Sayre bent down and kissed the top of her head, to show that he was not jealously roused by this revelation.
“And another thing,” Emily went on, “since you feel so deeply about the matter, I’ll tell you there’s nothing in it.”
“About fifty thousand dollars, I’ve been told,” Lamb put in.
“Yes, on paper.”
“But aren’t wills usually on paper?”
“Yes, O wise one. But, hearken. Said will, on said paper, becomes null and void when Miss Emily Duane, Spinster, becomes Mrs. Rodney Sayre, Matron.”
“Of course it does!” and Lamb’s face broke into smiles. “I knew that, but I forgot it. Oh, Emily, you’re all right!”
“Then,” Sayre said bewilderedly, “when you go off with me on our wedding trip, you leave no will behind you?”
“That’s right, my best beloved,” Emily returned. “Should battle, murder an
