"I've got the same. That makes three dollars. I don't think the hat cost more than that. Besides, it was old."
"He said it cost six dollars."
"Oh, bother! Well, if it did, you'll have to ask father for the rest of the money—or mother."
"I'd like to know if he went down to the store and told father," went on Harry, uneasily.
"Oh, I guess not."
But Joe was mistaken; Mr. Montgomery Jadell had lost no time in making his way to the flour and feed establishment run by Horace Westmore. He had found Harry's father busy over the books.
"How do you do, Mr. Jadell," had been Mr. Westmore's pleasant greeting. "What can I do for you?"
"Please to look at that hat, Mr. Westmore!" And the article was slammed down on the counter.
"Dear me! You've had quite an accident."
"Accident?" snorted the school principal. "No accident at all, sir. Your boy Harry did that, sir."