, count
them all---again!---and then wrap them and sign the wrappers."

"I'm sorry, but you, or some one will have to do it, Mr. Cantwell."

Then and there the principal exploded. One man there was in the
bank at that moment who was obliged to turn his head away and
stifle back the laughter. That man was Mr. Pollock, of "The Blade."
Pollock knew now what Dick & Co. had wanted of such a cargo of
pennies.

"I can't carry this infernal satchel back to school," groaned
the principal, disgustedly. "Some of the boys, when they see me,
will realize that the satchel is still loaded, and they'll know
what has happened to me at the bank. It will make me look fearfully
ridiculous to be caught in that fashion, with the joke against
me a second time! And yet I have a class immediately after recess.
What can I do?"

A moment later, however, he had solved the problem. There was
a livery stable not far away, and he knew the proprietor. So
to that stable Mr. Cantwell hurried, changing the satchel from
one hand to the other whenever an arm ached too much.

"This satchel contains a lot of currency, Mr. Getchel," explained
the poor principal. "I wish you could do me the favor of having
a horse hitched up and take this to my wife. Will you do it?"

"Certainly," nodded the liveryman. "Just lock the satchel; that
is all. I'll have the bag at your home within fifteen minutes."

So during the first period after recess Mrs. Cantwell was visited
by Getchel, who handed her the satchel, merely remarking:

"Mr. Cantwell left this at my office, ma'am, and asked me to bring
it down to you. It contains some money that your husband sent
you."

Money? The good woman, who "loved" money too well to spend much
of it, hefted the satchel. Gracious! There must be a big lot
of the valuable stuff. But the satchel was locked. Mrs. Cantwell
promptly hunted until she found another satchel key that fitted.
Then she opened the bag, staring at the contents with big eyes.

"What on earth can my husband have been doing?" she wondered.
"Surely he hasn't been robbing the Salvation Army Christmas boxes!
And the idea of sending me money all in pennies!"

The more she thought about it the more indignant did Mrs. Cantwell
become. Finally, a little after noon, Mrs. Cantwell decided to
take the stuff to the bank, have it counted and turned over into
greenbacks. So she trudged up to the bank with it. The journey
was something more than a mile in