"I guess he dreamed it," said sister Love.
"O, I didn't, I didn't; Caleb said so," cried Willy; "he said so last night."
Caleb was gone an unusually long time; and when Dr. Hilton returned from Harlow he said he left him at the bank in that town depositing some money.
That seemed strange, for Caleb had been so unfortunate that no one supposed he had any money to put in the bank.
"If it was anybody but Caleb, I should almost suspect he took that ninety dollars," said Seth, after a while.
"Don't—don't think it," exclaimed his mother; "we know Caleb too well for that."
"O, no, no, no!" cried little Willy. "Caleb is going to give me some rabbits. Caleb carries me pickaback; do you s'pose he'd steal?"
They all laughed at that; it was a little boy's reasoning.
When Caleb came home that night, and was asked why he had been gone so long, he blushed, and, as Seth thought, looked guilty. He did not say he had put any money in the bank, and did not even mention having been at Harlow at all. Nobody could think why he should make such a secret of going to Harlow, for Caleb was a great talker, and usually told all his affairs to everybody.
"Father has lost ninety dollars, Caleb," said Seth, looking him straight in the eye; "who do you suppose has got it?"