a paper in her hand.

"Pete!" she said. "Cherry! Look at this! Look at this!"

She held the paper out to them, but it was rather at her that they
looked, as all three gathered near the hearth again.

"I happened to finish my novel," Alix said, "and I reached for
Dad's old Bible--it's been there on the shelf near my bed ever
since I was married, and I've even read it, too! But look what was
in it--there all this time!"

"What is it?" Cherry asked, as Peter, in a sudden and violent
revulsion of feeling, took the paper and bent toward the lamp to
read it.

"By George!" he said, suddenly, his eyes still running over the
half-sheet. "By George, this is wonderful!"

"It's Uncle Vincent's receipt to Dad for that three thousand that
is making all the trouble!" Alix exulted to the still bewildered
Cherry. "It's been there all this time--and Cherry," she added, in
a voice rich with love and memory, "THAT'S what he meant by saying
it was in Matthew, don't you remember? Doesn't it mean that, Pete?
Isn't it perfectly clear?"

"It means only about fifty thousand for you and Cherry," Peter
answered. "Yes sir, by George--it's perfectly clear! He paid it
back--every cent of it, and got his receipt! H'm--this puts rather
a crimp in Little's plans--I'll see him to-morrow. This calls off