"Ten dollars!" she scoffed. "When did we become so wealthy? I'll
give you one dollar if you tell me exactly what I was going to
say."

The boy glanced at his father. "Oh this is too easy!" he cried.
"It's like robbing the baby's bank!" And then to his mother:
"You were just opening your lips to say: 'Give it to her! If you
don't, I will!' And you are even a little bit more of a brick
than usual to do it. It's a darned shame the way all of them
impose on Kate."

There was a complete change in Agatha's back. Adam, Jr., laid
down his fork and stared at his wife in deep amazement. Adam, 3d,
stretched his hand farther toward his mother. "Give me that
dollar!" he cajoled.

"Well, I am not concealing it in the sleeve of my garments," she
said. "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