"'Indeed I do,' answered Charles. 'How glad I was to find work that day,
so I could help my mother a little! And I shall never forget how surprised
I was when I found a five-dollar gold-piece at the bottom of the chest.'

"'I put it there on purpose,' said the druggist. 'I wanted to find out
what sort of boy you were.'

"'You did!' exclaimed the astonished boy.

"'Yes; and when you brought it to me I was pretty sure that I had found
an honest boy. But I wanted to be able to trust you with large sums of
money, so I tested you still further. I left pennies and nickels and a
dime on the floor; and last of all, a dollar. When you picked them all
up, and laid them on the shelf, and told me about them--I knew then that
I could safely trust you.'

"'I should like to ask you,' said Charles suddenly--'was there a
gold-piece lying in the bottom of that chest when Joe and Henry sorted the
nails, too?'

"'Yes,' said the druggist, 'each of them found a gold-piece there; and
each of them kept it for himself.'

"'So you lost ten dollars!' exclaimed Charles.

"'Yes, lost ten dollars hunting for an honest boy. But it was worth
it--for I found one at last!'"

"Is that the end of the story?" asked Joyce, as Grandma paused.