ng room, which overlooked the house next door. She
was watching the moving.

"We saw all the quiet animals and Dip and the pretend Indians," Andy
informed his mother. "I'm hungry."

"You can have cookies and a glass of milk but don't touch the cake.
That's for dessert tonight."

"Where's Cathy?" Jerry thought to ask.

"Seems as if she said something about looking for something up attic,"
said Mrs. Martin.

Jerry forgot his hunger. It seemed to him a sneaky thing for Cathy to
do, to go searching the attic while he was out of the house. Had she
found Mr. Bartlett's money? If she had she would have been downstairs
with it. But any second she might find it. Jerry rushed for the
stairs.

Breathless, he arrived at the top of the second flight.

The attic was unfinished--low under the two gables. Against one of the
high walls hung a row of garment bags. Mr. Bartlett's money was in the
third one. Jerry tried to keep from looking at it. Cathy was smart
enough to watch where he was looking. She was busy tossing stuff out
of the bottom drawer of an old chest of drawers.

"What do you think you're doing?" Jerry asked her.

"Mummy's going to house-clean up here Monday. I'm helping by clearing
out drawers."

"You mean you're snooping around to see what you can find."

Cathy stopped pawing in the drawer. "So you _are_ hiding something up
here. I knew it. I knew it."

Too late Jerry realized he had said too much. He had made Cathy more
suspicious of him than ever.

Cathy picked the stuff up off the floor--it was mostly cloth saved for
mending and for rags--and crammed it in the drawer, shutting it
crookedly. She blinked her blue eyes at Jerry. "Tell me what you're
hiding up here. Cross my heart I won't tell on you."

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It irritated Jerry to have Cathy blink her eyes at him.

"Whatever gave you the idea I was hiding anything up here or
anywhere?"

"I'd tell you if I had something to hide."

"Yeah! You would not."

"I would, too. You're mean. You're the meanest boy I ever knew."

"I'd a darn sight rather be mean than snoopy. You're just a sneaky
snooper, that's what you are."

"I hate you."

"See if I care."

Cathy's eyes blazed with blue fire. Then Jerry was surprised to see
them fill with tears. She got to her feet and rushed toward the
stairs.

"Want me to wipe away your tears?" called Jerry, as she clattered down
the stairs. The instant the words were out, he was a little ashamed of
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