“That’s what I tell her,” Dick replied, “but you know Harry’s a little bit—well, a little bit stubborn, Roy.”
“I’m not,” declared Harry, without raising her head from the tablet upon which she was figuring. “And I am going to pay it back. It was in my—my custody, and I am responsible. I’d like to know what folks would do if treasurers could lose money entrusted to them and not have to pay it back!”
“But you’re not a real treasurer—” began Chub.
“Why, Chub Eaton!” exclaimed Harry indignantly. “I am, too!”
“I mean,” exclaimed Chub lamely, “that you aren’t under bonds, you know, and—”
“I don’t care. I’m going to make res—restitution!”
“I don’t believe,” said Roy just then in an odd voice, “that it’s going to be necessary to make restitution.”
“What do you mean?” demanded Harry.
Roy pointed past her into the twilight of the barn.