"And if he does come home," went on Jacob Kalb coolly, "what will he have to say about the school-board money that he took along with him to Alaska?"
"Oh, for shame!" cried Miss Miflin.
"Yes," answered Jacob. "Stealing is a shame."
"He did not steal!" Miss Miflin's voice shook. She knew they were watching her curiously; she heard the door open to admit another inquisitive clerk, who she saw dimly was tall and broad of shoulder, but she did not care if the whole world were there to hear. "His father paid the money, and he has never had any chance to defend himself."
"Stealing is stealing," said Jacob Kalb doggedly.
CHAPTER VII
"AND NOW WE WILL GO HOME"
On the day upon which she took possession of the Wenner homestead, Mrs. Jacob Kalb was destined to have more than one shock. She let two pies burn while she thought of little Sarah, who looked so ill, and who had started away so wildly. She was just about to put on her shawl and go up to the Swartz house, to ask whether Sarah was there, when the door opened again.