Too much excited to rise from his knees, he crept towards it, and, pressing his cheek against the dusty floor, he peered under the unwieldy piece of furniture, to catch a glimpse of his penny and learn his fate.
At such a critical moment it was not surprising that he did not, hear Willie Denner come into the office.

The little boy stood still, surprised at his uncle's attitude.

"Have you lost something, sir ?" he said, but without waiting for an answer, he fell on his knees and looked also.
"Oh, I see,--your lucky penny; I'll get it for you in a minute." And stretching out flat upon his stomach, he wriggled almost under the bookcase, while Mr.Denner rose and furtively brushed the dust from his knees.
"Here it is, uncle William," Willie said, emerging from the shadow of the bookcase; "it was clear against the wall, and 'most down in a crack." Mr.Denner took the penny from the child, and rubbed it nervously between his hands.
"I suppose," he inquired with great hesitation, "you did not chance to observe, William, which--ah--which side was up ?" "No, sir," answered Willie, with amazement written on his little freckled face; "it hadn't fallen, you know, uncle; it was just leaning against the wall.

I came in to bring my Latin exercise," he went on.

"I'll run back to school now, sir." He was off like a flash, saying to himself in a mystified way, "I wonder if uncle William plays heads and tails all alone in the office ?" Mr.Denner stood holding the penny, and gazing blankly at it, unconscious of the dust upon his cheek.
"That did not decide it," he murmured.