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