“Huh!” grunted Neale.
“Of course that’s it,” added the girl, with more assurance. “It’s a scrap-book—like a postcard album.”
“Huh!” grunted Neale again, still doubtful.
“When Mrs. MacCall was a little girl, she says it was the fad to save advertising cards. She had a big book full.”
“Well—mebbe that’s it,” Neale said grudgingly. “Let’s see what else there is in the old thing.”
He began to flirt the pages toward the back of the book. “Why!” he exclaimed. “Here’s some real stage money. See here!”
“Oh! oh!”
“Doesn’t it look good?” said Neale, slowly.
“Just as though it had just come from the bank. What is it—Confederate money, Neale? Eva Larry has a big collection of Confederate bills. Her grandfather brought it home after the Civil War.”
“Oh! these aren’t Confederate States bills—they’re United States bills. Don’t you see?” cried Neale.