At last, however, another china Martin Luther emerged from his tissue paper shell. The two girls gasped with surprise and consternation.
“Will wonders never cease?” ejaculated Molly.
“I’m sure it’s just another joke the girls are playing on us,” broke in Judy with some excitement. “Here’s a card. What does it say?”
On a pasteboard card, written in the same script as the address, was the following mystifying message:
“Was it kind to put such temptation in the way of the weak?”
“What does it mean, Judy?” asked Molly. “I seem to be groping in the dark.”
Judy shook her head.
“You can search me,” she said expressively. “Why don’t you break a hole in him and see?”
“No sooner said than done,” answered Molly. “But I really feel like a butcher. This is the third time I’ve destroyed a pig.”
She cracked the bank on the head of her little iron bed, but only a silver quarter rolled out on the floor. The rest of the money was in bills, three five dollar bills, which had been compactly folded and pushed through the slit in the pig’s back.