“You surely haven’t any of the gold, have you, Harry?” she inquired.
“No. Corinne didn’t say anything about any gold pieces. You can’t use them now, anyhow.”
“No doubt she’s keeping them put away,” surmised the old lady. “Come, girls! We’re going to the Pearsons’ now.”
“Can I drive you over, Aunt Mattie?” offered Harry jovially.
“I wouldn’t put a foot in that rattletrap for anything in the world!” was his aunt’s ungracious retort.
So she hobbled down the steps with Mary Louise and Jane beside her and Silky close at their heels.
CHAPTER IX
The Fifty-Dollar Bill
The Pearsons’ home, an attractive house of the English cottage type, was half a mile from Mrs. Grant’s, in the best residential section of Riverside. Mary Louise, noticing Miss Grant’s increasing weakness, suggested a taxicab.
The old lady scorned such a proposal.
“Use your common sense, Mary Louise!” she commanded, in that brusque manner which Jane so resented. “You know I’ve lost five hundred and fifty dollars, and now you suggest that I throw money away on luxuries like taxicabs!”