“Shall I take care of it for you, Robert?” asked Mrs. Trafton.
“No, Aunt Jane; he would find it out, and I don’t want to get you into any trouble. I know of a good place to put it—a place where he will never find it. I will put it there till we need to use it.”
“You must buy something for yourself with it. The money is yours.”
Robert shook his head decidedly.
“I don’t need anything—that is, I don’t need anything but what I can do without. We will keep it to buy bread and tea and anything else that we need. Now, aunt, while you are steeping the tea, I will go out and dispose of the money.”
Here it is necessary to explain that though John Trafton started for home when he heard from Mr. Sands about Robert’s unexpected wealth, he changed his mind as he passed the tavern. He thought he must have one more drink.
He entered and preferred his request.
“Trafton,” said the landlord, “don’t you think you’ve had enough?”
“Not quite. I want one more glass and then I’ll go home.”
“But you are owing me several dollars. Clear off that score and then you may have as much as you will.”