"Ah! I know, dear uncle," cried the watchful Jeannie, in a piercing treble of the clearest silver.
All eyes were turned on Jeannie.
"Then where is it, girl?"
"I saw him put it in his snuff-mull last night when he was at mother's."
"Examine your box, Mr. Henderson."
The man growled, took out the box, and there was the five pounds. He looked at Jeannie as if he would have devoured her with his nose at a single pinch.
"Was Mr. Henderson sober, Miss S——th?"
"No."
"Was he drunk?"
"No. Only he couldn't stand scarcely, though he could walk; and he called mother Jeannie, and me Peggy, and he said 'twas a shame in us to burn two candles at his expense, when one was enough."