all about it.

"Well, my little son," said she, "I'm very, very sorry. I wish I could
give you another dollar, but I haven't any money to spare. You did
just right to help Lola find Bruno, and buy him back for her, and I'm
very proud of my boy; but you can't give away the dollar and have the
tool-box too. So wipe your eyes, and try to be happy. You didn't eat
any breakfast, dear, take a piece of nice bread and sugar."

So Dicky dried his tears and began to eat.

After a while he wanted to wipe his sticky, sugary little mouth, and
as he took his clean handkerchief out of his pocket, two shining,
chinking, clinking round things tumbled out on the floor and rolled
under the kitchen table! What could they have been! Why, his two
silver half-dollars, to be sure. And where in the world did they come
from, do you suppose? Why, it was the nicest, funniest thing! The
pound-man was not so cross after all, for he thought Lola and Dicky
were two such kind children, and Bruno such a cunning dog, that he
could not bear to take Dicky's dollar away from him; so while the
little boy was looking the other way the pound-man just slipped the
money back into Dick's bit of a pocket without saying a word. Wasn't
that a beautiful surprise?

So Dicky ran to the corner store as fast as his feet could carry him,
and bought the tool-box.

Every Saturday afternoon he has such a pleasant time playing with it!
And who do you suppose sits on the white kitchen floor with Dot and
Bess, watching him make dolls' tables and chairs with his carpenter's