With their heads close together they were looking into the moth-eaten and battered book Agnes had found in the old Corner House garret. On turning the first page a yellowed and time-stained document met their surprised gaze.
There was a picture engraved upon the document, true enough. Such an ornate certificate, or whatever it might be, Agnes or Neale had never even seen before.
“‘The Pittsburg & Washington Railroad Co.,’” read Neale, slowly. “Whew! Calls for a thousand dollars—good at any bank.”
“Sandbank, I guess it means,” giggled Agnes.
But Neale was truly puzzled. “I never saw a bond before, did you, Aggie?”
“A bond! What kind of a bond?”
“Why, the kind this is supposed to be.”
“Why, is it a bond?”
“Goodness! you repeat like a parrot,” snapped Neale.
“And you’re as polite as a—a pirate,” declared Agnes.