"If I have one, it is reposing in my purse, in
juxtaposition to the other articles that belong there, and if you
receive it, it will be bestowed upon you when I deem the occasion
suitable."
Young Adam's fist came down with a smash. "I get the dollar!" he
triumphed. "I TOLD you so! I KNEW she was going to say it!
Ain't I a dandy mind reader though? But it is bully for you,
Father, because of course, if Mother wouldn't let Kate have it,
you'd HAVE to; but if you DID it might make trouble with your
paternal land-grabber, and endanger your precious deed that you
hope to get in the sweet by-and-by. But if Mother loans the
money, Grandfather can't say a word, because it is her very own,
and didn't cost him anything, and he always agrees with her
anyway! Hurrah for hurrah, Kate! Nancy Ellen may wash her own
petticoat in the morning, while I take you to the train. You'll
let me, Father? You did let me go to Hartley alone, once. I'll
be careful! I won't let a thing happen. I'll come straight home.
And oh, my dollar, you and me; I'll put you in the bank and let
you grow to three!"
"You may go," said his father, promptly.
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