you know," were waiting in the other room.

"They seem excited," said she, "and talk about your munificence.
What HAVE you been doing?"

"Appear to make a great deal of fuss over ten dollars,"
said Harry, lightly, as he sauntered out of the door.

The dean greeted him with something almost like confusion in
his cordiality; he introduced his companion as the Rev. Mr. Gilling.

"Mr. Gilling could not feel easy until he had ----"

"Made sure about there being no mistake," interrupted Mr. Gilling; "I--
the sum was so great ------"

A ghastly suspicion shot like a fever-flush over Harry's mind.
Could it be possible? There were the two other bills; could he have
given one of them? Given that howling dervish a hundred dollars?
The thought was too awful!

"It was really not enough for you to trouble yourself,"
he said; "I dare say you are thanking the wrong man."
He felt he must say something.

To his surprise the dean colored, while the other clergyman answered,
in all simplicity:

"No, sir, no, sir. I know very well. The only other bill,
except dollars, on the plate, the dean here gave,