"Wait a bit," said she, laying a restraining hand upon his arm.
"What is the matter? Didn't I give you just the price?" he inquired,
somewhat impatiently.
The old woman bent forward and peered anxiously into his face; her kind
but searching eyes seemed to look down into his very soul, as, in a
voice trembling with emotion, she replied: "Yes: but tell me, asthore,
where did ye get the money?"
Tom's countenance changed; he tried to put her off, saying, "Pshaw!
Why do you want to ask a fellow such a question? Haven't I bought more
than this of you before?"
"Troth an' ye have, dear; but not in this way, I'm thinkin'," she
answered.
"It's all right. Do let me go, Missis Barry!" cried he, vexed and
beginning to feel decidedly frightened.
"Hi, Tom, come on!" called Ed Brown, emerging from the area.
"Look here, Masther Tom, darlin'! You'll not move a step with them
things, an' I'll not put up that money till I know where it came from."
"Well, then," said Tom, doggedly, seeing that escape was impossible, "I
got it at home, off the mantel in the sitting-room."
"Oh, yes!" ejaculated Mrs.
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