Somebody put HIS OWN MONEY back into MY purse by accident." "Of course," said the man grimly.
"Yes, that's the reason," said Clarence, a little relieved, but somewhat embarrassed by the man's persistent eyes.
"Then, of course," said the other quietly, "you don't require my twenty dollars now." "But," returned Clarence hesitatingly, "this isn't MY money.

I must find out who it belongs to, and give it back again.

Perhaps," he added timidly, "I might leave it here with you, and call for it when I find the man, or send him here." With the greatest gravity he here separated the surplus from what was left of Peyton's gift and the twenty dollars he had just received.

The balance unaccounted for was forty dollars.

He laid it on the desk before the man, who, still looking at him, rose and opened the door.
"Mr.Reed." The clerk who had shown Clarence in appeared.
"Open an account with--" He stopped and turned interrogatively to Clarence.
"Clarence Brant," said Clarence, coloring with excitement.
"With Clarence Brant.