“For shame, Davie!” said Susan; “you should not wish anything so dreadful for your brother.”
“He has been so wicked! I wish it! I will wish it!” said David.
“Hush, David!” said Miss Fosbrook; “such things must not be said. I will talk to you by and by.”
“I am glad poor Bessie is cleared!” added Susan; “though I always knew she could not have done it.”
“To be sure—I knew it was Hal!”
“Sam! you did?—why didn’t you tell?” cried Annie.
“I wasn’t—to say—sure,” said Sam; “and I couldn’t go and get him into a scrape. I thought he might tell himself, if he could ever make up the money again!”
“Yes,” said Susan; “he would have done that. He always fancied he should get a sovereign from Colonel Carey.”
“He talked till he thought so,” said Sam.
“But what made you guess he had done so, Sam?” said Miss Fosbrook. “I did suspect him myself, but I never felt justified in accusing him of such a thing.”