Chapter XIII
Three days later, at dinner, Charlotte Carroll said something about the difficulty she had had about getting the check cashed.
“It is the queerest thing,” said she, in a lull of the conversation, pausing with her soup-spoon lifted, “how very difficult it is to get a check for even a small amount cashed in Banbridge.”
Carroll's spoon clattered against his plate. “What do you mean?” he asked, sharply.
Charlotte looked at him surprised. “Why, nothing,” said she, “only I went to every store in town to get your check for twenty-five dollars cashed, and then I had to go to Anderson's finally. I should think they must be very poor here. Are they, papa?”
Carroll went on with his soup. “Who gave you the check to cash?” he said, in a low voice.
“Aunt Anna,” replied Charlotte. “Why?”
Anna spoke quite eagerly, and it seemed apologetically. “Arthur,” said she, “the girls were very anxious to go to the City.”
“Yes,” said Ina, “I really had to go that day. I wanted to get that silk. I had that charged; there wasn't money enough; but it has not come yet. I don't see where it is.”
“I let Charlotte take the check,” Anna Carroll said again, still with an air of nervous apology, “but I saw no reason why— I thought—”