"He has got seventy dollars in that pocket-book of his. It must be ours."
His wife did not answer immediately, but looked thoughtfully into the fire.
"Well, what do you say?" he demanded impatiently.
"What do I say? That I have no objection to taking the money, if there is no danger."
"What danger is there?"
"He may charge us with the theft."
"He can't see me take it, when his eyes are shut."
"But he may not be asleep."
"So much the worse for him. I must have the money. Seventy dollars is worth taking, Meg. It's more money than I've had in my hands at one time for years."
"I like money as well as you, Jack; but the boy will make a fuss when he finds the money is gone."