“Surgeretento！“readMr。Pryor，fromthelittleshield。“Fourshells！Madame，Iknowmenwhowouldgivetheirlivestoownthis，andtohavebeenbornwiththerighttowearit。Itcametoyourhusbandinstraightline？“
“Yes，“saidmother，“butgenerationsback。Heneverworeit。Heneverwould。Heonlysavesitforthechildren。“
“Itgoestoyoureldestson？“
“Byrights，Isupposeitshould，“saidmother。“Butfathermentionedittheothernight。Hesaidnoneofhisboyshadgoneashetriedtoinfluencethem，unlessLaddiedoesnowinchoosinglandforhisfuture，andifhedoes，hisfatherisinclinedtoleaveittohim，andIagree。AtourdeathitgoestoLaddieI
amquitesure。“