“Yes,” Ruth said again.
“Wasn’t it funny? All that counterfeit money and those old bonds. Neale and I looked at it Christmas Eve.”
“Neale?” gasped Ruth, getting upon her feet, but sitting down in a chair quickly as though her knees were too weak to bear her up.
“Oh, dear me!” rattled on Agnes. “Wouldn’t it have been great if the money and bonds were good? Why! it would have been a fortune. Neale added it all up.”
“But what became of the book?” Ruth finally got a chance to ask again.
“Oh! Neale took it.”
“Neale took it?”
“Yes.”
“What for?”
“Why, I don’t know. He was curious. He said maybe the bonds were worth something and he’d find out. Of course, that is silly,” said Agnes, lightly, “and I told him so.”