“I think he did,” answered Grandfather briefly.
“And the glass out of the windows?”
“And the glass out of the windows.”
“What will he do with them?”
“Sell them, I think,” said Grandfather.
“But they didn’t belong to him?” questioned Susan.
“No; they belonged to the town.”
“Then he stole!” exclaimed Susan, pulling her hand from Grandfather’s so that she might shake an accusing finger in his face.
“It looks that way,” admitted Mr. Whiting.
“But you wouldn’t steal.”