Bud looked into the heavily bearded face of a man who had the eyes of Lew Morris.

He shifted his position a little so that he faced the man's right side.

The one at the desk was glancing slyly over his shoulder at the bookkeeper, who had just returned to his work.
"Can you change this twenty so I can get seven dollars and a quarter out of it ?" asked the man at he window.

As he slid the bill through the wicket he started to sneeze, and reached backward--for his handkerchief, apparently.
"Here's one," said Bud.

"Don't sneeze too hard, old-timer, or you're liable to sneeze your whiskers all off.