“Mr. Hardy, do you mean it?” screamed Mrs. Windham.
“I certainly do.”
“And I am not dreaming? Oh, Samuel, this is too good to be true.”
“Where is the money?” asked the husband.
“I have it here,” said Frank, bringing out the envelope. “From one book I went to the next, until I was certain that no more bills were hidden away.”
“And how much did you find, all told?” asked Samuel Windham.
“How much do you think?”
“Did you really get the thousand dollars?” came faintly from the young farmer’s wife.
“I got fourteen hundred dollars, ma’am, and here are the bills,” said our hero, and brought them forth.
He spread them out on the bed cover, and Samuel Windham brought the lamp closer, that he and his wife might gaze at the money.