He opened his pocketbook to see if he had enough small change to pay for
his dinner without intrenching upon his bill. There proved to be a
quarter and two half-dimes, amounting, of course, to thirty-five cents.
This would not be quite sufficient.

"I must change the bill somewhere," he said to himself.

Looking out of the tavern window, he saw the village store nearly
opposite. He took his cap and ran over. There was a clerk leaning with
his elbows upon the counter, appearing unoccupied.

It occurred to Herbert that he might want some paper and envelopes. He
inquired the price.

"We sell the paper at a penny a sheet, and the envelopes will cost you
eight cents a package."

"Then you may give me twelve sheets of paper and a package of
envelopes," said Herbert.

The package was done up for him and in payment he tendered the bill.

The clerk gave him back four dollars and eighty cents in change. He put
the money in his pocketbook, and the paper and envelopes in his jacket-
pocket, and returned to the tavern well pleased with his success. Mr.
Holden was in the barroom, taking a glass of "bitters," and had not
noticed the absence of our hero.

Dinner was soon ready.