which his father stared at in amazement.

"There's three dollars and seventy cents," he said. "And you told me you
had four or five dollars left."

Before he sat down he piled the change neatly on the bills beside his
father's plate; then he took his seat, very red indeed and looking at
the table-cloth.

"Where on earth did you get it?" asked Overholt, leaning back in his
chair.

"Well"--the boy hesitated and got redder still--"I didn't steal it,
anyway," he said. "It's mine all right. I mean it's yours."

"Of course you didn't steal it!" cried John Henry. "But where did you
get it? You haven't had more than a few cents at a time for weeks and
weeks, so you can't have saved it!"

"I didn't beg it either," Newton answered.

"Or borrow it, my boy?"

"No! I wasn't going to borrow money I couldn't pay! I'd rather not tell
you, all the same, father! At least, I earned twenty cents of it. That's
the odd twenty, that makes the three seventy. I don't mind telling you
that."

"Oh, you earned twenty cents of it? Well, I'm glad of that, anyhow. What
did you do?"