Mrs。Binghamwasgettingmoreandmorebewildered。Shenowhadonlyoneclearidea-shecouldn’tgethermoney。Hervoicegrewtearfullikeanangrychild’s。
“Iwantmymoney-Iknewyou’dstealit-thatIworkedfor。Givememymoney。“
Sanfordhastilyhandedhersomemoney。“Here’sfiftydollars。Youcanhavetherestwhen-“
Theoldladyclutchedthemoney，andliterallyranoutofthedoor，andwentoffupthesidewalk，talkingincoherently。Toeveryoneshemetshetoldherstory；butthemensmiledandpassedon。Theyhadheardherpredictionsofcalamitybefore。
ButMrs。Mcllvainewasmadeatriffeuneasybyit“Hewouldn’tgiveyouy’rmoney？Ordidhesayhecouldn’t？“sheinquiredinhermoderateway。