“Twenty-three dollars,” he said. “Why, where did you get that?”
“It was in my dresser. There was a false bottom in one of the small drawers, and I took it out and found this.”
“What in—” began Harlan.
“It’s a present to us from Uncle Ebeneezer,” she cried, her eyes sparkling and her face aglow. “It’s for a coop and chickens,” she continued, executing an intricate dance step. “Oh, Harlan, aren’t you awfully glad we came?”
Seeing her pleasure he could not help being glad, but afterward, when he was alone, he began to wonder whether they had not inadvertently moved into a bank.
“Might be worse places,” he reflected, “for the poor and deserving to move into. Diamonds and money—what next?”