“Very well, Robert.”
“Don’t let uncle know I’ve brought so much money home,” said Robert with a sudden thought.
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t want him to know I have any money. If he knew, he would want me to give it to him.”
“I don’t think he would claim it. It was given to you.”
“I’ll tell you why I am sure he would.”
And Robert told how his uncle demanded the scanty pittance which he supposed Mrs. Jones had paid for the sewing.
Mrs. Trafton blushed with shame for her husband’s meanness.
“Drink changes a man’s nature completely,” she said. “The time was when John would have scorned such a thing.”
“That time has gone by, aunt. For fear he will find out that I have the money, I believe I will go and hide it somewhere.”