"No, she won't, either! I'll bet on Charlie. And she was saving up her money for that, and never said a word!"
Kit's admiration was intense.
"It's about the drawing; and she has gone to New York, I am almost sure," said Hal. "Don't cry, Granny; for somehow I think Charlie will be safe. She is good and honest and truthful."
"But in New York! And she don't know anybody there"—
"Maybe she has gone to Mrs. Burton's. I might write and see. Or there is Clara Pennington—they moved last spring, you remember. I'm pretty sure we shall find her."
Hal's voice was strong with hope. Now that he had to comfort Granny, he could see a bright side himself.
"And she has some money too."
"She'll do," said Kit decisively. "And if that isn't great! She coaxed me to run away once and live in the woods; but I think this is better."
"Did you do it?" asked Dot.
"Yes. We came near setting the woods on fire; and didn't we get a jolly scolding! Charlie's a trump."