"Daddy," said Bunny Brown that night, as the family were in the pleasant
living room, "have you much money in the bank?"

"I have a little, Bunny, yes. But why do you ask?" Mr. Brown wanted to
know.

"I have some in my bank!" cried Sue, before her brother could answer. "I
guess maybe I have a hundred and seventy dollars!"

"Pennies you mean, dear! Pennies! Not dollars!" laughed her mother, for
the children each had a penny bank.

"Well, pennies, then," agreed Sue. "But aren't a hundred and seventy
pennies 'most the same as a hundred dollars?"

"Pooh! No!" said Bunny. "It takes a hundred pennies to make even one
dollar!"

"Oh--o--o--! Does it?" exclaimed Sue. "What a terrible lot of money!"

"Yes, it does seem a lot," laughed Mr. Brown. "But why are you talking
about money?" and he looked at his little son. "Why did you ask if I had
any money in the bank?"

"I was wondering if Mrs. Golden had any in her bank," said Bunny.

"I don't believe she has very much," said Mr. Brown. "I was past her
store to-day. It's a very small one. I don't see how she makes a living