CHAPTER XV
THE BROKEN WINDOW
"Daddy," said Bunny Brown that night, as the family were in the pleasant living room, "have you much money in the bank?"
"I have a little, Bunny, yes. But why do you ask?" Mr. Brown wanted to know.
"I have some in my bank!" cried Sue, before her brother could answer. "I guess maybe I have a hundred and seventy dollars!"
"Pennies you mean, dear! Pennies! Not dollars!" laughed her mother, for the children each had a penny bank.
"Well, pennies, then," agreed Sue. "But aren't a hundred and seventy pennies 'most the same as a hundred dollars?"
"Pooh! No!" said Bunny. "It takes a hundred pennies to make even one dollar!"
"Oh—o—o—! Does it?" exclaimed Sue. "What a terrible lot of money!"
"Yes, it does seem a lot," laughed Mr. Brown. "But why are you talking about money?" and he looked at his little son. "Why did you ask if I had any money in the bank?"