“Well, did you ever see anything like this?”
“No. And of course, it isn’t worth the paper it’s printed on. You know very well, Neale, that people don’t leave money around—loose—like this!”
“This isn’t money; it only calls for money,” said the boy.
“I guess it never called very loud for it,” giggled Agnes.
“Must be stage money, then,” laughed Neale. “Hi! here’s more of it.”
He had turned a leaf. There was another of the broad, important looking documents pasted in the old book.
“And good for another thousand dollars!” gasped Agnes.
“Phony—phony,” chuckled Neale, meaning that the certificates were counterfeit.
“But just see how good they look,” Agnes said wistfully.
“And dated more than sixty years ago!” cried Neale. “There were green-goods men in those days, eh? Hello! here’s another.”