“Yessah. But I went—I went in anyhow.”
“Why?”
Uncle Frank did not reply. He began to cough.
“Take off his coat, Dad,” exclaimed Shirley.
Gently they raised the old negro, and Mr. Willing took hold of his coat. Uncle Frank protested vigorously, but Mr. Willing drew the garment off anyhow, and threw it to a chair across the room.
It left a trail of greenbacks upon the floor.
Greatly surprised, Shirley stooped and picked them up, and, unthinkingly, counted them.
“Five hundred dollars,” she exclaimed. “Where in the world did he get all this money?”
She considered the point for some minutes, and then exclaimed aloud.
“Look, Dad,” she said, and handed him the roll of bills. “These dropped out of Uncle Frank’s pocket.”