"What do you mean, Grit?"
"I had a visit from him last night," Grit explained. "He rummaged my pockets, and was successful in finding a dime."
"Is it possible?"
"Why should you be surprised, mother? I was not."
"Did he say anything to you?"
"Yes; he has found out somehow about the sixty dollars, and he asked me to give it to him."
"Oh, Grit, I am afraid there will be trouble," said Mrs. Brandon anxiously. "He won't rest till he gets the money."
"Then he won't rest at all," said Grit firmly.
"I am afraid you will have to give it to him, Grit."