"Some one who heard you talking so loud about your money."
"But how could it be taken out, and I not know it?"
"Quite as easily as it could be put back, and you not know it."
"That's true, Horace Clifford! Auntie put it back, and you never knew it."
"So she did," said Horace, looking as bewildered as if he had been whirling around with his eyes shut; "so she did—didn't she? But that was because I was taken by surprise, seeing her without a tooth in her head, you know."
"You have been taken by surprise twice to-day, then," said Aunt Madge, demurely. "It is really refreshing, Horace, to find that such a sharp young man can be caught napping!"
"Well, I—I—I must have been thinking, of something else, auntie."
"So I conclude. And you must be thinking of something else still, or you'd ask me—"
"O, yes, auntie; how did the thief happen to give it up? There, there, you needn't say a word! I see it all in your eyes! You took the money yourself. O, Aunt Madge!"
"Well, if that wasn't queer doings!" cried Dotty.