"They come to one-fifty," said Gibbs; "count 'em."
Bills did count them, and when he had done, he said:
"That would make it one-twelve-fifty?"
"That's it."
"Very well. Shall I pass the amount to your credit?"
"No; I'll take the cash."
"I thought perhaps Mrs. Gibbs would be wanting some things in the summer line," said Bills.
Gibbs shook his head.
"We pay cash," said he.
Bills smiled, got up, walked briskly with a little spring to each step and left the room. He returned presently, closed the door, sat down, counted the bills out on the leaf of his desk, laid a silver half-dollar on top and said: