"Let me look at it!" said Mr. Shrimplin.
Mrs. Montgomery placed the bill in his hands. Her face was keen and pinched with anxiety as she awaited the little man's verdict.
"It's genu-ine all right," he at length admitted grudgingly.
"I knew it was!" cried Nellie, her miserable suspicions put at rest.
"Well, you'd better spend it quick and get some good of it before old Joe comes back and wants the change!" advised Mr. Shrimplin.
"What does he say?" questioned Mrs. Shrimplin.
"He don't say a word, there was nothing but the bill."
"Well, maybe it wasn't Joe sent it after all!" said the little lamplighter.
"The writing on the envelope's his, I'd know it anywhere. I guess he couldn't trust himself to write; but he'll come back, my man will! Maybe he's on his way now!" exclaimed Nellie.
"Ain't there no postmark?" asked Mrs. Shrimplin.