I am inclined to think that Miss Sally was right, and that many men would have displayed less boldness and shrewdness than our young hero.
“Why, here is the teakettle!” said Sally. “How in the world did it come here?”
“And here is the tin dipper. Well, Andy will tell us when he wakes up. We must give him a good breakfast. He deserves it, after all he has done.”
At eight o’clock, Andy sat down to a nice breakfast. It seemed that neither of the two ladies could express sufficient gratitude, or induce him to eat enough.
“But for you, Andy, we might have been murdered in our beds.”
“I don’t think so,” answered Andy, modestly; “but I think you would have lost your money.”
“That we should! Now tell us all about it.”
So Andy told the story, amid exclamations of wonder and admiration from the two sisters.
“How in the world could the man know we had so much money in the house?” said Susan, in wonder.
“He seemed to know just how much there was,” said Andy. “He mentioned the amount. I think he must have overheard one of you speaking of it.”