“What for?” demanded her sister. “I found it.”
“But findings isn’t always keepings, Aggie—especially where so much money is concerned. A hundred thousand dollars!”
“A hundred thousand dollars!” repeated Agnes, in the same awed tone.
“You think I’m a thief. I won’t stay here.”
Neale pulled his cap tighter down over his ears. It was an angry gesture.
“Where are you going, Neale?” demanded Ruth, exasperated. “Do sit down and tell us what you have done. Don’t you see we are anxious? I never saw such a boy! Do tell us!”