that there is money provided to pay the cost of moving the house on to the grounds of whichever one of us draws it, and there’s money to build another little house that will cost the same as the value of this one, and whatever is left is to be divided evenly between us.”
“Hm-m-m-m,” said the small party, slowly. “You think it’s likely the Bee Master gave me some money as well as the bees and the flowers?”
“I know he did,” said Jamie, “if that will holds good. If there doesn’t turn out to be some blood relatives, somewhere, who can prove that they are relatives and are entitled by law to have possession. You mustn’t set your heart too hard. You must go at this with the feeling that the Bee Master intended you to have it, but there is a large possibility that somewhere in the world there may be a man or a woman who can take it from you, and who very probably will when they learn about it, because, after all, blood is thicker than water, and in this case any one related to the Bee Master would be blood and you and I would be water.”
“Yes, I get that,” said the little person. “I follow through. But in case the Bee Master knew his business and the judge would say things were ours, then would there be money coming to me?”
“Yes,” said Jamie, “I think there would be, but I doubt if it could come to you before you are of legal age. I think probably your father would have to handle it for you and conserve it for you until the law says you are old enough to have it yourself.”
