“Do you mean money?”
“Yes, money or clothes, or material to make a burial dress of,” snapped Miss Jerusha impatiently.
“There is a bureau in her room with her clothing in two of the drawers; the third one is locked; I don’t know what is in it.”
“Where is the key?”
“In the upper drawer in a little box.”
“We can soon see; come!”
“I really cannot; not while she is in there,” said Diana, shrinkingly.
“Why, there is where she will have to be until taken to the grave; you certainly are not thinking of having her brought out here?”
“Oh, no; but it seems so hard to go in and unlock her bureau when she is unable to prevent us.”
“We don’t want to be prevented. Somebody must attend to this; come along and give me the key.”