Sube treated it with supreme indifference; he would not so much as glance up at the hiding-place. But Gizzard was more impressionable, for suddenly he cried out:
"I wisht the dern stuff was in Halifax!"
"I wisht it was," muttered Sube; "but it ain't. And it's a lot of money."
"It's more'n I ever want to see again!" exclaimed Gizzard warmly. After a moment of silence he cried, "Hey, Sube, why not give it to the Sunday School?"
Sube shook his head. The impropriety of giving tainted money to the church occurred to him at once, but Gizzard's suggestion to give it away had put an idea into his mind. "What's the reason we can't send it back to the gover'ment?" he asked. "We could put it in an envelope and mail it to the President."
"What's the President got to do with it?" demanded Gizzard.
"Well, the gover'ment made it, didn't it? And the President's the same as the gover'ment, ain't he?"
In common with a number of other people, Gizzard was not sure about this. He said he would have to ask his father. And at this point the bell rang to summon Sube to his midday meal. As the boy seated himself at the table his father asked:
"Have you returned all those things that were out in the barn?"
"Yes, Papa," answered the boy quietly. "We took them all back."