"A small boy!" She had finished the business now.
"The hateful young monkey!" thought Horace. "I shouldn't care much if she did have her pocket picked."
If he had meant a word of this, which he certainly did not, he was well paid for it afterwards.
They went to Greenwood Cemetery, which Dotty had to confess was handsomer than the one in Portland. Fly thought there were nice places to "hide ahind the little white houses," which frightened her brother so much, that he carried her in his arms every step of the way. After strolling for some time about Greenwood, and taking a peep at Prospect Park, they left the "city of churches," and entered a crowded car to go back to the ferry.
"Look out for our money," whispered Prudy; "you know auntie says a car is the very place to lose it in."
"Yes; I'll look out for your pile, Prue, though I dare say you don't feel quite so easy about it as you would if Dot had it."
"Wow, Horace, don't be cross; you know it isn't often I have so much money."
Aunt Madge here gave both the children a very expressive glance, as much as to say,—
"Don't mention private affairs in such a crowd."
Colonel Allen said if his wife had been born deaf and dumb nobody would have mistrusted it, for she could talk with her eyes as well as other people with their tongues.