y looked at the bold boy.
He was the son of Attorney Case, and as his father had not cured his
temper when he was a child, it became worse and worse as he grew up.
All who were younger and weaker than himself were afraid of him and
disliked him. When the old harper was so tired that he could play no
more, a lad who usually carried his harp for him came up, and held his
master's hat to those around, saying, "Will you please remember us?"
The children readily gave their halfpence to this poor, good-natured
man, who had taken so much pains to amuse them. It pleased them better
even than to give them to the gingerbread-woman, whose stall they
loved to visit. The hat was held to the Attorney's son before he chose
to see it. At last he put his hand into his pocket and pulled out a
shilling. There was sixpenny-worth of halfpence in the hat. "I'll take
these halfpence," said he, "and here's a shilling for you."

"God bless you, sir," said the lad; but as he took the shilling which
the young gentleman had slyly put into the blind man's hand, he saw
that it was not worth one farthing. "I am afraid It is not good, sir,"
said the lad, whose business it was to look at the money for his
master.

"I am afraid, then, you'll get no other," said young Case, with a rude
laugh.

"It never will do, sir, look at it yourself; the edges are all yellow.
You can see the copper through it quite plain. Sir, nobody will take
it from us."

"I have nothing to do with that," said the rude boy, pushing away his
hand. "You may pass it, you know, as well as I do, if you look sharp.
You have taken it from me, and I shan't take it back again, I can tell
you."

A whisper of "that's very unjust," was heard.

"Who says it's unjust?" cried the Attorney's son sternly, looking down
upon his judges.

"Is any one here among yourselves a judge of silver?" said the old
man.

"Yes, here's the butcher's boy," said the Attorney's son; "show it to
him."

He was a quiet, timid boy, and young Case fancied that he would be
afraid to say what he thought. However, after turning the shilling
round several times, the butcher's lad said that so far as he could
tell, although he would not like to be quite sure of it, the coin was
not a good one. Then, seeing the Attorney's son scowl angrily at him,
he turned to Susan saying that she knew more than he did about money,
as so much passed through her hands in payment of the bread she made.

"I'll leave it to her," sai