"I know Tato well, Uncle, and the dear child would not hurt our feelings for the world.

She loves us dearly." "But she's a queer thing," added Louise, "and I don't trust her altogether.

Sometimes I've surprised a look in her eyes that wasn't as innocent and demure as she would have us imagine her." "Oh, Louise!" "And there's another reason." "What is it ?" "She reformed too suddenly." Uncle John slapped his forehead a mighty blow as a suspicious and dreadful thought flashed across his mind.

But next instant he drew a long breath and smiled again.
"It was lucky I lost that key to the trunk," he observed, still a little ashamed of his temporary lack of confidence in Tato.

"It's been locked ever since we left Taormina, so the child couldn't be tempted by that." "She wouldn't touch your money for the world!" said Patsy, indignantly.
"Tato is no thief!" "She comes of a race of thieves, though," Beth reminded her.
"I wonder if Arthur's money is still safe," remarked Louise, following the line of thought suggested.
As if with one accord they moved down the hall to the door of the young man's room.
"Are you in, Arthur ?" asked Uncle John, knocking briskly.
"Yes, sir." He opened his door at once, and saw with surprise the little group of anxious faces outside.
"Is your money safe ?" asked Uncle John.
Weldon gave them a startled glance and then ran to his dresser and pulled open a drawer.