“I don’t know what to say, James. It don’t seem to me as you’re doing right.”
“Don’t you worry about me, Amanda. I’ll stand good for my actions.”
With another sigh and a troubled, doubtful look about her, the little woman went toward the door into the living-rooms.
“You’ll find the key on the third shelf at the right,” said Harry. “We locked the door yesterday.”
“Might as well have a look around in there, too,” advised Mr. Ewing. “Maybe they’ve been collectin’ silverware again.”
Dick groaned loudly, and the farmer cast a baleful look at him as Mrs. Peel disappeared. Harry joined the boys, and they discussed the situation in whispers, while Mr. Ewing stood guard near the front door.
“What’s the good of being huffy?” asked Roy. “It’s nothing but a lark, anyway.”
“But look at the time,” said Dick. “Six o’clock already, and I’m as hungry as a bear. And the doctor will wonder what’s become of us.”
