He would count it to confirm his memory of the grand total.
The bills were frayed, lacking the fresh green of new ones; weary looking, with an air of being glad to rest at last after much passing from hand to hand as symbols of wealth.

Their exalted present owner tenderly smoothed cut several that had become crumpled, secured them in a neat pile, adding the three recently acquired five-dollar bills, and proceeded to count, moistening the ends of a thumb and finger in defiance of the best sanitary teaching.

It was no time to think of malignant bacteria.
By his remembered count he should now be possessed of two hundred and twelve dollars.

And there was the two-dollar bill, a limp, gray thing, abraded almost beyond identification.

He placed this down first, knowing that the remaining bills should amount to two hundred and ten dollars.
Slowly he counted, to finish with a look of blank, hesitating wonder.