"You're terrible lucky, I cal'late." Tobias sighed and shook his head. "You kin afford to lose that much."
"Why! what do you mean?" she repeated. "What has happened to the bank?"
"Been robbed. Burglars. Last night. Said to have cleaned out the cash. And the bank's shet up tight."
"Mercy!"
"Heppy's purt' near done up. She——"
"But you won't lose your money, will you? You and Miss Heppy?"
"I cal'late. And we never had a mite of fun out of it. Heppy wouldn't hear to our making no splurge with that legacy we got from Cap'n Jethro Potts. It's a judgment on us, I believe. I might have got me that silver-banded pipe I've always wanted."
She looked at him with understanding.
"You never would have smoked it, Tobias Bassett."
"Well, I could have hung it up over the mantel, couldn't I, for an ornament? Oh, sugar! My doughnut always did have the biggest hole!"