He may not like to come to me for that, because he can give no good reason for wanting it.

I'm so troubled I really don't know what to do." She looked troubled, and Thorny put his arms about her as if to keep all worries but his own away from her.
"Don't you fret, Cely, dear; you leave it to me.

I'll fix him--ungrateful little scamp!" "That is not the way to begin.

I am afraid you will make him angry and hurt his feelings, and then we can do nothing." "Bother his feelings! I shall just say, calmly and coolly: 'Now, look here, Ben, hand over the money you took out of my sister's drawer, and we'll let you off easy,' or something like that." "It wouldn't do, Thorny; his temper would be up in a minute, and away he would go before we could find out whether he was guilty or not.

I wish I knew how to manage." "Let me think," and Thorny leaned his chin on the arm of the chair, staring hard at the knocker as if he expected the lion's mouth to open with words of counsel then and there.
"By Jove, I do believe Ben took it!" he broke out suddenly; "for when I went to his room this morning to see why he didn't come and do my boots, he shut the drawer in his bureau as quick as a flash, and looked red and queer, for I didn't knock, and sort of startled him." "He wouldn't be likely to put stolen money there.