“Something—better—yet?” said the woman, and raised herself from her pillow. “Oh, Mr. Hardy, what have you found? Tell me, quick!”
“When I was looking over one of the books I found a hundred-dollar bill.”
“Oh!”
“A hundred dollars!” cried Samuel Windham. “Of course you ain’t going to try to keep it, Mr. Hardy?” he added, hastily.
“No, I think it belongs to your wife.”
“Oh, thank Heaven for that money!” burst out Mrs. Windham. “We need it so much.”
“I got interested and began to look the book over more carefully,” continued Frank. “Pretty soon, out dropped another hundred-dollar bill!”
“What!”
“Oh, Samuel!”
“Then I looked the book over from cover to cover, and got several more one-hundred-dollar bills.”