It was all in change--half dollars and dollars for the most part, with here and there a gold piece.

Long since the little brass match-box had overflowed.

Trina kept the surplus in a chamois-skin sack she had made from an old chest protector.

Just now, yielding to an impulse which often seized her, she drew out the match-box and the chamois sack, and emptying the contents on the bed, counted them carefully.

It came to one hundred and sixty-five dollars, all told.