"Yes, he did! He wiped his nose. And the woman tookened the money; I saw her do it."
"There, I told you so!"
"You saw her, Miss Policeman Flyaway?" said Aunt Madge. "And pray how did she take it?"
"Just so,—right in her hand."
"O, you mean the money for the butter-scotch, you little tease!"
"Yes," replied the child, with a roguish twinkle over the sensation she had made.
"Just like little bits o' flies," said Dotty. "Don't care how folks feel. And here's her brother ready to cry; heart all broken."
"Needn't be concerned about my heart, Dot; 'tisn't broken yet; only cracked. But how anybody could get at my pocket, without my knowing it, is a mystery to me, unless Granny is a witch."
"Horace, I pledge you my word Granny is innocent."
"And I'm sure nobody else could take it, auntie. The clerks at Dorlon's had no knowledge of the money; neither had any of the apple or pie merchants along the market. Things look darker for us, Prue; but I will give you the credit of behaving like a lady. And one thing is sure—the moment I get home to Indiana I shall send you back your money."