“Aha! That’s what I thought. Don’t you know you’re likely to be arrested for makin’ such poor use of your employer’s money?”
“But you’re mistaken, Deacon Crane. It was not my employer’s money.”
“Just now you said it was.”
“No, I didn’t. I said I got it from my employer. The money was mine.”
“Do you mean to say he gave it to you?”
“Yes, but not as a gift. I was and am still in his employ.”
“And I s’pose he gives you five or six dollars a week. You can’t save any five hundred dollars out of that.”
“That’s true, Deacon Crane. You are a good mathematician. He pays me very handsomely.”
“How old be you?”
“Seventeen.”