The girl nodded and disappeared up the back stairs, humming a little tune to herself as she went. Mary Louise stood still.
“We want to ask you a question or two, Hannah,” she explained. “We want to help find the thief who stole Miss Grant’s money.”
The woman’s nose shot up in the air, and a stubborn look came over her face.
“Is that so?” she asked defiantly. “And what business is that of your’n?”
“We’re making it our business,” replied Mary Louise patiently, “because we’re fond of Elsie. We think it’s terrible for her to be accused of something she didn’t do.”
“How do you know she didn’t do it?”
“Why—we just know.”
“That ain’t no reason! Besides, what do you know about Elsie Grant? Seen her a couple of times and listened to her hard luck story and believe you know all about her!”
“But surely you don’t believe Elsie stole that money?” demanded Jane. “If she had, she’d certainly have run away immediately. Wouldn’t she?”
“Maybe—if she had the spirit. But, anyhow, it ain’t none of your business, and Miss Mattie don’t want it to get around. She don’t want no scandal. Now—get along with you!”