“Nobody.”
“He only guessed it. He doesn’t know,” she thought. “I can deceive him yet.”
“I wish we had money in the bank,” she said; “but farming is a poor business. It doesn’t pay, and all that Jeremiah and I have been able to do has been to make both ends meet.”
“Lucinda, I admire your ready invention—or, shall I say, your ready forgetfulness of facts?” said her brother, with a provoking smile; “but you ought not to try it on me. You must remember that I have been around the world a little; I have a slight knowledge of men, and women, too. You have five hundred dollars in the savings bank, and you know it; and, what’s more, I know it.”
“Who told you?” demanded his sister, desperately.
A smile passed over her brother’s features, as he fixed his eyes on his sister’s agitated countenance, and answered, simply:
“I have seen the book.”
“Have you dared to go to my bureau drawer?” exclaimed Mrs. Brackett, angrily.
“There it comes out!” said White, laughing. “No, I have not been to your bureau drawer.”