Therefore, I don't just see what he can do, unless he finds some way to work the combination." "It would be the irony of fate if the thief couldn't spend the money after all his trouble," observed Mrs.Harlowe.
"I hope he never, never can," cried Grace.

"I hope he'll bruise all his knuckles and break all his finger nails trying to open the box, and still not make the slightest impression!" "He certainly will if he tries to open the box with his finger nails and knuckles," replied her father, as he bestowed two kisses upon his wife and daughter, respectively, and departed to his business.
"Who is to be custodian of the fund, Grace?
Are you to have charge of it ?" asked Mrs.Harlowe.
"No, mother; Marian Barber was formally elected class treasurer last year.

She likes to keep books and add up accounts and all those things.
So I shall just turn the check over to her to put in the bank until we give our next entertainment.

Then, when we have about a thousand dollars, we'll give it all to Miss Thompson as our contribution toward rebuilding the gymnasium.

I hear that the juniors are going to give a dance, but I don't think they will make any large amount like this, because they will have to pay for music and refreshments." Grace could not help feeling proud of the success of the bazaar now that the judge's check had arrived, although at first she had demurred about accepting it.