"I haven't got it. If you have found it, I suppose there is time enough to think what is best to be done."
"I don't want any time to think of it," replied Lawry; and before his father could prevent him, he took the pocketbook from its place of concealment.
"What are you going to do with it?" demanded Mr. Wilford.
"I'm going to find Mr. Randall, and give it back to him, as quick as
I can."
"What's the use of doing that?"
"Because it's the right way to do."
"That isn't the way to get rich."
"But it's the way to keep honest."
"Give it to me, Lawry."
"What are you going to do with it, father?"