gree not to interfere. But if I am to keep the
secret, I want to be paid for it."

Harold thought it over; he hated to give up so large a part of his
plunder, for he had appropriated it in his own mind to certain
articles which he wished to purchase.

"I'll give you twenty dollars," he said.

"No, I will take thirty dollars, or go to your aunt and tell her all I
know."

There was no help for it. Poor Harold took out three ten-dollar bills,
reluctantly enough, and gave them to Felicie.

"All right, Master Harold! You've done wisely. I thought you would see
matters in the right light. Think how shocked your mother and Aunt
Eliza would be if they had discovered that you were the thief."

"Don't use such language, Felicie!" said Harold, wincing. "There is no
need to refer to it again."

"As you say, Master Harold. I won't detain you any longer from your
walk," and Felicie, with a smile, rose from the sofa and left the
room, Harold following.

"Don't disturb yourself any more," she said, as she opened the door
for Harold. "It will never be known. Besides, your aunt can well
afford to lose this little sum. She is actually rolling in wealth. She
ought to be more liberal to you."

"So she ought, Felicie. If she had, this would not have happened."

"Very true. At the same time, I don't suppose a jury would accept this
as an excuse."

"Why do you say such things, Felicie? What has a jury got to do with
me?"

"Nothing, I hope. Still, if it were a poor boy that had taken the
money, Luke Walton, for instance, he might have been arrested. Excuse
me, I see this annoys you. Let me give you one piece of advice, Master
Harold."

"What is it?"

"Get rid of that morocco pocketbook as soon as you can. If it were
found on you, or you should be careless, and leave it anywhere, you
would give yourself away, my friend."

"You are right, Felicie," said Harold, hurriedly. "Good-morning!"

"Good-morning, and a pleasant walk, my friend," said Felicie,
mockingly.

When Harold was fairly out in the street, he groaned in spirit. He had
lost half the fruits of his theft, and his secret had become known.
Felicie had proved too much for him, and he felt that he hated her.

"I wish I could get mother to discharge her, with out her knowing that
it was I who had brought it about. I shall not feel safe as long as
she is in the house. Why didn't I have the sense to shut and lock the
door? Then she wouldn't have seen me."

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