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The bushes and vines were trimmed , the walk was reddened , the shutters were thrown open . Every day added something to the change , yet , besides the servants , no one had been seen about the house . Who could their new neighbors be ? The subject was discussed morning , noon , and night , till their father said he would have to tell them the story of the man who made a fortune minding his own business . Uncle William , who was there at the time , said that probably the man was too stupid to enjoy his fortune after he made it , and he pretended to be willing to go over and inquire at the door , if Louise would go with him . `` At least we know there ca n't be any children , '' said Bess , `` for they could n't stay in the house all the time . '' `` Please tell us the story about the man , Father , '' asked little Helen , and could n't understand why they all laughed .