“Why—she said so,” admitted Neale.
“Well!” exclaimed Ruth.
“Well!” exclaimed Agnes.
“I guess you are worried about not much of anything,” said Neale O’Neil, lightly.
“What do you mean, you silly boy?” demanded Ruth, with rising asperity. “I tell you that money must have all been good money, whether the bonds were valuable or not.”
It was then Neale’s turn to say, “Well?”
“Neale O’Neil!” shouted Agnes, shaking him. “What are you trying to do—torment us to death? What do you know about this?”
“Why, I told you the old book was in my bag on the porch when I left here Saturday night,” drawled the boy. “But do you suppose I would have flung it down there so carelessly if the money and bonds had been in it?”
CHAPTER XXV—AGNES IS PERFECTLY HAPPY
“Oh, Neale! Oh, Ruth! I’m going to faint!” murmured Agnes Kenway, and she sank into a chair and began to “stiffen out” in approved fainting fashion.