I am not quite sure whether I ought to allow strange gentlemen to write letters to my wife." Mrs.Harding opened the envelope with considerable curiosity, and uttered an exclamation of surprise as a bank note fell out, and fluttered to the carpet.
"By gracious, mother!" said Jack, springing to get it, "you're in luck.
It's a hundred-dollar bill." "So it is, I declare," said his mother, joyfully.

"But, Timothy, it isn't mine.

It belongs to you." "No, Martha, I have nothing to do with it.

It belongs to you.

You need some clothes, I am sure.