Two of the seniors presently came in. They settled with pennies.
Then came Laura Bentley and Belle Meade. Their pennies were
laid on the principal's desk.

"Why, all pennies, so far!" exclaimed Mr. Cantwell. "I trust
not many will bring coins of such low denomination."

A look of bland innocence rested on Laura's face.

"Why, sir," she remarked, "you asked us, Friday, to bring pennies.

"Did I?" demanded the principal, a look of astonishment on his
face.

"Why, yes, sir," Belle Meade rattled on. "Don't you remember?
You laughed, Mr. Cantwell, and asked each one of us to bring
fifteen pennies to-day."

"I had forgotten that, Miss Meade," returned the principal. Then,
as the sophomore young ladies turned away, a look of suspicion
began to settle on the principal's face. Nor did that look lessen
any when the next six students to come in each carried pennies
to the desk.

Twenty more brought pennies. By this time there was a stern look
on the principal's white face.

During the next few minutes after that only two or three came
in, for Dick had thought of a new aspect to the joke. He had