"Three cheers for Kellup Cushing! Hoo-ra-a-ay!"
Of course that waked Willy, and frightened him dreadfully. Imagine yourself going to sleep in bed, and waking up in a chair in another room, in a great noise. It was the first time the little fellow had ever been roused from one of his "walking-spells," and they had to carry him away to his mother to be comforted.
He did not know that night what had happened; but next morning they told him that Caleb did not steal the money, and that papa had written a letter to beg him to come back.
"And how think we found out that Caleb didn't steal?" asked Stephen.
Of course Willy had not the least idea.
"Because you stole the money yourself!" replied the hectoring Stephen.
"O, what a story!" exclaimed Willy, angrily. "'S if I'd steal!"
"Ah, but you did, little man! I'll leave it to father if you didn't!"
Willy stamped and kicked. He had a high temper when it was aroused, and his sister Love had to come and quiet him.
"You took the money in your sleep," said she. "You didn't mean to do it; you are not a thief, dear; and we love you just as well as we did before."