I wish my father had left me

    "How rich do you think?"     "Shouldn't wonder if he might be worth a hundred thousand."     "You don't say! Why, he beat Squire Sheldon."     "Oh, yes, Squire Sheldon wouldn't be considered rich in New York."     "How did he get his money?"     "His father left him a fortune."     "Is that so? I wish my father had left me a fortune."     "He did, didn't he?"     "Yes, he did! When his estate was settled I got seventy five dollars, if you call that a fortune. But I say, what brings the boy to Burton?"     "His friendship for me, I expect. Besides he may invest in a place."     "There's the old Morse place for sale. Do you think he'd buy that?"     "It wouldn't be nice enough for him. I don't know any place that would be good enough except the squire's."     "The squire wouldn't sell."     "Oh, well, I don't know as Rodney would care to locate in Burton."     "You're in luck to get such a friend. Say, do you think he would lend you a hundred dollars if you were hard up?"     "I know he would. By the way, Hector, is there any news? How is my uncle?"     "I think the old man is worrying on account of his mortgage."