“It is a thousand dollars!” replied Linda. “Surely, Amy, you have seen checks before?”
The girl solemnly shook her head.
“Never,” she asserted.
“Well, it’s all right! And you have to take five hundred!” cried Linda, in delight. “That will pay your way at a business college, Amy—so that you never have to go back to that horrid Mrs. Fishberry! Oh, isn’t it just too good to be true!” She gave the girl a joyous hug. “Now let’s start back, Amy.”
Her companion hesitated.
“I’d love to see that house,” she said. “It—it is somehow familiar to me.”
Linda consulted her watch.
“We might as well,” she agreed. “It’s early. And we can easily make Lake Winnebago in an hour. All right, come on.”
“But suppose somebody lives there——”
“Then we’ll just make up an excuse and go away. Or—Amy—suppose it were your real family!”