Mr. Parlin spread it between
the leaves of a little singing-book and lay it in the drawer. Did Caleb
find it there now? And if he did, did he _leave_ it there?

Little boys, what do you suppose? You see he had been cheated out of
ninety dollars, and was very angry about it; and now he had the best
chance in the world to help himself to another ninety dollars, and make
up his loss. Do you think he would do it? Mr. Parlin _was_ very careless
about money; quite likely he would never miss this. Was that what Caleb
was thinking about, as he knit his brows so hard?

True, Caleb professed to fear God, but perhaps he did not fear Him;
perhaps he had been living a lie all this time--who knows?

After he had staid inside the bar a little while, he came out, and
looking carefully at Willy, to make sure he was still asleep, stole out
doors and joined the teamsters. They had only reached the top of the
hill, and hardly any one had noticed that Caleb had not been with them
all the while. The fire was only Mr. Chase's chimney burning out; but it
was so late by this time that the men did not go back to Mr. Parlin's
bar-room.

Next morning Caleb went over to Cross Lots to see about selling a load
of potatoes, and soon after he left there was a great excitement in the
house. Mr. Parlin had found, on going to his money-drawer, that he had
lost ninety dollars.

"Strange!" said he; "I remember it was there all safe at six o'clock;
for I saw it with my own eyes. It was spread in an old singing-book; and
the singing-book is gone too."

"Could anybody have taken it?" said Love. "Who was here last night?"

"O, I never leave a man alone in the bar-room," replied her father; "at
any rate I didn't last night."

"Caleb would attend to that," said Mrs. Parlin; "he is more particular
than you are, I think."

Willy looked up, with his black eyes full of questions.

"Was it that money you had for the oxen, papa? Caleb telled me all about
it last night. He said you ought to not keep it; you ought to give it to
him; he wanted it."

Mr. Parlin shook his head at Willy. "You mustn't make up such stories as
that, my son."

"I guess he dreamed it," said sister Love.

"O, I didn't, I didn't; Caleb said so," cried Willy; "he said so last
night."

Caleb was gone an unusually long time; and when Dr. Hilton returned from
Harlow he said he left him at the bank in that town depositing some
money.

That seemed strange, for Caleb had been so unfort