And lo, there she stood close behind them! She was beckoning Mrs. Allen back to her fruit-stand.
"Wait here one minute, children; I'll be right back."
"Nothin', mum," said Granny, looking very much grieved; "nothin' only I wants to say, mum, if that youngster thinks as I took his money, I wisht you'd sarch me."
"Fie, Granny! Never mind what a boy like that says, when he is excited. I know you too well to think you'd steal."
"The Lord bless you, mum," cried the old woman, all smiles again.
"And, Granny, I mean to come here next week, and I'll bring you some flannel and liniment for your rheumatism. Where shall I leave them if you're sick, and can't be here?"
"O, thank ye, mum; thank ye kindly. The ain't many o' the likes of you, mum. And if ye does bring the things for my rheumaty, and I ain't here, just ye leave 'em with the gyurl at this stand, if yer will."
"Did she give it back?" cried Horace, the moment his aunt appeared.
"No, my boy; how could she when she hadn't it to give?"
"But, auntie, I'm up and down sure I felt that wallet in my breast-pocket, when we came out of Dorlon's," persisted Horace. "I don't see how on earth that old woman contrived it; but I can't help remembering how she kept leaning forward when she talked; and once she hit square against me. And just about that time I was drawing out my handkerchief to wipe my nose."