"What is he doing?"
"The candle is out--he must be in bed already."
"Then," said Magnus, "he has thrown himself down without undressing and the pocket-book is on him still."
"Magnus, what are you thinking of?" said Anna--her teeth were chattering.
"Would it be so very wicked?"
"What?"
"To take as much as would satisfy the Sheriff in the morning?"
"Magnus! I didn't mean that."
"He would never miss it--never know it was gone--and it would enable us to keep the farm and so save us from starvation."
"Oh, dear! What have I done?"