“No, in hundreds.”
“Bills?”
“Yes. I gave father three thousand. I kept three thousand.”
“In bills,” he repeated, laughing. “Is your suitcase locked?”
“Yes. I insisted on having my money in cash. So Mr. Wexall, of the Mohawk Bank, sent a messenger with it last evening.”
“But,” he asked, still immensely amused, “why do you want to travel about with three thousand dollars in bills in your suitcase?”
She flushed a little, tried to smile:
“I don’t know why. I never before had any money. It is—pleasant to know I have it.” 100
“But I’ll give you all you want, Rue.”
“Thank you.... I have my own, you see.”