“Isn’t it a good bill?” asked Chester.
“Why, yes, but——”
“I think that is all you have a right to ask,” said Chester, firmly. “It can’t make any difference to you where it came from.”
“I thought you were poor,” said Mr. Tripp.
“So we are.”
“But it seems strange that you should have so much money.”
“Five dollars isn’t much money, Mr. Tripp.”
Then a sudden idea came to Silas Tripp, and he paused in weighing out the butter.
“Did my nephew leave any money?” he asked, sharply.
“Yes, sir.”