“I will tell you what to do, if you will let me,” said Mrs. Wolfe. “Come here and stay with Bill through this term of High School. That is my first plan for you. The second is this:
“Next Saturday we will go down to your Aunt’s, you and I, and we will see what she is like, and have a talk with her, and then you can decide what you would like to do.”
“And my plan is this,” said Frank, breaking in. “I will take you down in the flivver, and as Fatty would say, that will save your carfare.”
“Very well, we will let you,” said Mrs. Wolfe, and Frank laughed.
“That’s the way she acts when I spend my good gasoline on her: says 'We will let you.’ Isn’t that enough to make a man drink seventeen chocolate ice-cream sodas in succession? Mom, you are an inweiglin’ wampire!”
“And you are a perfect silly!” smiled his mother. “Now, Dee, what do you think of that for a plan?”
“Just the thing,” said Dee. “But I can’t go on the way I have been going. I am not sure I can go to school any more.”
“Why, why not?” demanded Bill.
“I will have to go to work,” answered Dee stoutly. “I can’t go and live on my Aunt and I can’t come here and not pay board, and I have no money at all.”
“Don’t let that worry you,” said the detective. “Your stepfather had plenty of money. He had accounts in three or four banks here, an account in Rochester, New York, and three more in Chicago. And he owns the house you are living in.”