THE YOUNGER SERVANT STRUCK PEACE WITH THE MOP, AND LAID HIM SENSELESS.
The two women were astounded at the prodigious sum.
“What say you to that?” inquired Bessie.
“I feel like one who is walking on a precipice, and expects every minute to topple over. That’s how I feel.”
“You’ll get used to it in time. Oh, you’ll get used to it, believe me.”
“But are the notes genuine?”
“I do not doubt it for a moment. You had now better take charge of your own property; sew them up in your stays. That will be the best plan till we see what can be done with them.”
“But where can we get notes for so large an amount changed without exciting suspicion?”
“That will require a little thought. It won’t do to be too hasty in a matter of this sort. If one note is good they are all right, depend upon that. I have an idea.”