James is curious; he wants to read over my shoulders what I am writing.

He would pry and find out.

But he would not steal.

It doesn't matter much--does it ?--since I was able to repair the loss--I always had a most excellent memory--and Iris has now received her inheritance; but it is my grandson Joe who has stolen the papers.

My daughter's son came home from Australia when--but this I learned afterward--he had already disgraced himself there.