“And you Frank, have paid ten dollars for the music you bought me,” said Grace, handing it to her brother.
“And I pay you ten dollars for my board,” he continued, and the note once more rested in Mr. Baker’s hands.
The exchanges were quick as thought, and we were convulsed with laughter.
“Was there ever so wonderful an exchange?” exclaimed Grace.
“It’s all nonsense!” exclaimed Mr. Baker.
“Not in the least,” answered his wife. “It’s all quite right.”
“Certainly,” said Frank; “when the money belonged to you, you could dispose of it as you would; I have the same right; it is a fair kind of exchange, though very uncommon.”
“It shows the use of money,” said Aunt Susan. “It makes the circuit of the world and brings its value to every one who touches it.”
“And this note has not finished its work yet, as I will show you, my dear, if you will give it to me again, said Mrs. Baker to her husband.
“I present you with this five dollar note,” said Mr. Baker.