The perspiration was standing out on her forehead when she finished.
But in a moment the ordeal was over.

A clerk was at that instant in the act of counting the money which Mr.Oatley had brought in to deposit.
The shilling rolled out from among the quarters, and as she hurriedly repeated the date and inscription to prove her story, the coin was passed back to her with a polite bow.
She looked into her purse for the quarter which she had started to put into the collection, then remembered that she had loaned it to Joyce for car-fare the night before.

There was a dollar in the middle compartment, and eager to get away, she plumped it down on the marble slab, saying hastily, "That's for the plate--what I should have put in instead of the shilling, and I can never begin to tell you how grateful I am to get this back." In too great haste to see the amused glances that followed her, she hurried out to the corner to wait for a home-going car.

While she stood there she opened her purse again for one more look at the rescued shilling.

Then she gave a gasp.