“Jeremiah and I, by great economy, had saved something,” she explained, hurriedly; “though we could hardly hope to keep it long, on account of our increasing expenses.”
“Suppose we go up to the boy’s room, and convince you all of his character,” said White.
“Lead on, sir!” said the old man, with dignity. “I shall not believe that Henry is a thief till I have the most convincing proof.”
“You shall have the most convincing proof, sir,” said George White, pompously.
Together they went upstairs, and filed one by one into the attic chamber occupied by our hero.
George White stepped up to the dressing table already referred to, and opened the drawer wide.
From the corner he drew out the savings-bank book.
“There!” said he, with a flourish, “what do you say to that?”
“What do you say to it, Henry?” asked Simon Dodge, kindly.
“That I never saw the book before in my life,” answered our hero, promptly.