Although suspicous at once, because of no address but a
pine tree, I said nothing, except merely:
"Fifty cents."
"Suppose we fix it like this," he suggested. "Fifty cents
for the trip and another fifty for going away at once and not
hanging around, and fifty more for forgetting me the moment you
leave?"
I had until then worn my gogles, but removing them to wipe
my face, he stared, and then said:
"And another fifty for not running into anything, including
milk wagons."
I hesatated. To dollars was to dollars, but I have always
been honest, and above reproach. But what if he was the Theif,
and now about to survey my own Home with a view to entering it
clandestinely? Was I one to assist him under those
circumstanses?
However, at that moment I remembered the Reward. With that
amount I could pay everything and start life over again, and
even purchace a few things I needed. For I was allready wearing
my _Trouseau_, having been unable to get any plain every-day
garments, and thus frequently obliged to change a tire in a
_crepe de chine_ petticoat, et cetera.
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