The seriousness of the situation did not impress Georgina until he added, “S’pose the person who lost it comes back for it? Maybe we’d be put in prison.”
“But nobody knows it’s buried except you and me.”
Richard scuffed one shoe against the other and looked into the fire.
“But Aunt Letty says there’s no getting around it, ’Be sure your sin will find you out,’ always. And I’m awfully unlucky that way. Seems to me I never did anything in my life that I oughtn’t to a done, that I didn’t get found out. Aunt Letty has a book that she reads to me sometimes when I’m going to bed, that proves it. Every story in it proves it. One is about a traveler who murdered a man, and kept it secret for twenty years. Then he gave it away, talking in his sleep. And one was a feather in a boy’s coat pocket. It led to its being found out that he was a chicken thief. There’s about forty such stories, and everyone of them prove your sin is sure to find you out some time before you die, even if you cover it up for years and years.”
“But we didn’t do any sin,” protested Georgina. “We just buried a pouch that the dog found, to keep it safe, and if a big wind came along and covered it up so we can’t find it, that isn’t our fault. We didn’t make the wind blow, did we?”
“But there was gold money in that pouch,” insisted Richard, “and it wasn’t ours, and maybe the letter was important and we ought to have turned it over to Dad or Uncle Darcy or the police or somebody.”
Aunt Letty’s bedtime efforts to keep Richard’s conscience tender were far more effective than she had dreamed. He was quoting Aunt Letty now.
“We wouldn’t want anybody to do _our_ things that way.” Then a thought of his own came to him, “You wouldn’t want the police coming round and taking you off to the lockup, would you? I saw ’em take Binney Rogers one time, just because he broke a window that he didn’t mean to. He was only shying a rock at a sparrow. There was a cop on each side of him a hold of his arm, and Binney’s mother and sister were following along behind crying and begging them not to take him something awful. But all they could say didn’t do a speck of good.”
The picture carried weight. In spite of her light tone Georgina was impressed, but she said defiantly:
“Well, nobody saw us do it.”