"It was Squire Bates, I tell you. You know how he looks."
The poor woman went out of the room, and raised her apron to her eyes.
"Poor Adin is clean upset!" she murmured. "It isn't enough that he's lost his money, he must lose his mind too. Misfortunes never come singly, as my poor old father used to say.
"Dean," she continued when they were alone, "your uncle still sticks to his story that Squire Bates robbed him."
"Aunt Sarah," answered Dean gravely, "a thousand dollars would tempt almost anybody!"
"Dean, you don't mean to hint that the squire would rob anybody!"
"I don't know, aunt. A good many strange things happen in the world."
"I begin to think you are as crazy as your uncle!" said Mrs. Dunham almost angrily.
"Suppose neither of us should be crazy, aunt!"
Mrs. Dunham shook her head. She was surprised that so sensible a boy as Dean should give credence to the absurd delusion of her husband.