The $500 Check — page 191: what you’re looking at

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CHAPTER XXI. THE MIDNIGHT VISIT TO THE PANTRY. UPPOSE Mrs. Wilson sees me?’’ thought Bert uncomfortably. ‘‘She will take me for a thief.”’ He was actuated by the kindest motives, but he heartily wished his errand were done. As he stepped into the kitchen he heard the deep breathing of Mrs. Wilson and the noisy snore of her husband, and rightly judged that it would not be easy to rouse either ofthem. He opened the pantry door, and by the light of the moon was able to inspect the shelves. There was a half loaf of bread on one shelt, half a dozen doughnuts on a plate on the shelf below, and a few cold beans close beside them. Then there was a small pitcher half-full of milk. ‘*T don’t think the beans or doughnuts will set well on an empty stomach,”’ Bert reflected. ‘“‘T'd better take the milk and two or ae slices of bread.’’ 174 (e(oani(elevovoy <S