"Mike could not be wicked enough to take it."
"Couldn't he, though? You don't know him as I do, mother. He's a mean thief, and he sent you off to have a clear field. I wish you had locked the door."
"I couldn't think of that, or anything else, Dan, when I thought you were hurt."
"That's why he told you."
"What can we do, Dan? Mr. Grab will be angry when he finds we can't pay him."
"I will try to find Mike; and if I do, I will get the money if I can. That's the first thing."
Dan went up stairs at once, and knocked at Mrs. Rafferty's door.
She came to the door, her arms dripping with suds, for she had been washing.
"Is it you, Dan?" she said. "And how is your mother to-day?"