"He is the kindest man that ever lived."
A rather awkward pause followed which was broken by Roeder.
"I don't see jest what I'm goin' t' do with that thar two hundred thousand dol- lars," he said, mournfully.
"Do with it? Why, live with it! Send some to your mother."
"Oh, I've done that. Five thousand dollars. It don't seem much here; but it'll seem a lot t' her. I'd send her more, only it would've bothered her."
"Then there is your house, -- the house with the bath-room. But I suppose you'll have other rooms?"
Peter laughed a little in spite of himself.
"I guess I won't have a house," he said. "An' I couldn't make a garden alone."