“Two thousand dollars.”
“And she handed it all over to old Winter? Excuse my speaking so disrespectfully of your stepfather.”
“That won’t worry me any.”
“I suppose Mr. Winter is worth a good deal of money?”
“I suppose so, but I don’t want any of it. I only wish mother had back what she brought him and could go with me to New York.”
“By the way, Ben, have you any idea what Mr. Winter does with his money?”
“I suppose he puts it in the banks. I never thought much about the matter.”
“Probably he does put some there, but I heard that he was rather afraid of banks. Some years ago a savings bank failed and he lost fifty dollars, so I heard.”
“That accounts for it.”
“Accounts for what?”