“Yes,” said Ida, promptly; “I bought two rolls at three cents a piece.”
“And what did you offer me in payment?”
“I handed you a silver dollar.”
“Like this?” asked Mr. Crump, holding up the coin.
“Yes, sir.”
“And do you mean to say,” said the baker, sternly, “that you didn't know it was bad when you handed it to me?”
“Bad!” exclaimed Ida, in great surprise.
“Yes, spurious. It wasn't worth one tenth of a dollar.”
“And is this like it?”
“Precisely.”