"There's those
that we know well, or think we do, but we cannot read their
hearts and their secret ways."
"Have you any suspicions, Miss Sprague?" asked Luke,
considerably amused at the portentous solemnity of the visitor.
"I may and I may not, Luke," answered Melinda, with the
air of one who knew a great deal more than she chose to tell;
"but it isn't proper for me to speak at present."
Just then Miss Sprague saw some one passing who, she thought,
had not heard of the robbery, and, hastily excusing herself,
she left the house.
"What do you think, Luke?" asked his mother, after the
spinster had gone. "Do you think the box we have was taken
from the bank?"
"No, I don't, mother. I did think it possible at first, but it
seems very foolish for the thief, if he was one, to leave the box
in the same village, in the charge of a boy. It would have been
more natural and sensible for him to open it, take out the bonds,
and throw it away or leave it in the woods."
"There is something in that," said Mrs. Larkin, thoughtfully.
"There is certainly a mystery about our box, but I can't think it
was stolen from the bank.
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