"I'm not trying to work any game," and Roy felt a little hurt that his good motive should thus be mistaken. "I had a piece of pie and I forgot to tell you of it. I came back to pay the five cents."
"Oh!"
The girl's manner changed, and she looked a little embarrassed. "That's all right. You could have paid me to-morrow.
"But I might not be here to-morrow."
Roy laid down a five-cent piece.
"Say, but you're honest!" exclaimed the cashier, as she put back a straggling lock of her yellow hair. "You can't live in New York."
"Now I wonder why she said that?" reasoned Roy, as he walked along the street. "Can it be that every one in New York is dishonest? Well, I certainly think Mr. Annister is. I must write to father, and tell him what took place. Then I wander what I had better do next."
Roy was quite perplexed. He would have been more worried had he known what was passing through the mind of Caleb Annister at that moment.