"Quite likely; it's a pity she couldn't have finished. But then, you'll
find it somewhere. Look in all the old stockings and sugar-bowls,--
there's where these people generally stow away their savings,--and if
you don't find it, why, come to me; I can let you have a little, I
guess, on interest of course."

He took up his paper again; and Sara, feeling sore and resentful, rose,
said a curt "Very well," and walked out.

Two years ago she might not have noticed his contemptuous reference to
"these people," nor to her father's innate trust in human nature; but
now, for some reason, they rankled, and she was glad to get beyond the
reach of his small, keen blue eyes and rasping voice.




CHAPTER III.

A SEARCH AND ITS ENDING.


Sara had not walked far, however, before she began to feel the silent,
irresistible influences of the day. It was the balmy blossoming time.
The whole atmosphere was rich with sweet scents and sounds, while the
sky had that marvellous depth and tone which makes the name of heaven
seem no misnomer.

The sea, limpid and tender, wooed the shore with gentle whispers and