She must have her four hundred dollars back again, there in her trunk, in her bag and her match-box, where she could touch it and see it whenever she desired.
At length she could stand it no longer, and one day presented herself before Uncle Oelbermann as he sat in his office in the wholesale toy store, and told him she wanted to have four hundred dollars of her money.
"But this is very irregular, you know, Mrs.McTeague," said the great man.

"Not business-like at all." But his niece's misfortunes and the sight of her poor maimed hand appealed to him.

He opened his check-book.

"You understand, of course," he said, "that this will reduce the amount of your interest by just so much." "I know, I know.

I've thought of that," said Trina.
"Four hundred, did you say ?" remarked Uncle Oelbermann, taking the cap from his fountain pen.
"Yes, four hundred," exclaimed Trina, quickly, her eyes glistening.
Trina cashed the check and returned home with the money--all in twenty-dollar pieces as she had desired--in an ecstasy of delight.