Not as good as blank paper." "Indeed, sir, I didn't know anything about it," said Ida, earnestly; "I hope you'll believe me when I say that I thought it was good." "I don't know what to think," said the baker, perplexed.

"Who gave you the money ?" "The woman I board with." "Of course I can't give you the gingerbread.

Some men, in my place, would deliver you up to the police.

But I will let you go, if you will make me one promise." "Oh, I will promise anything, sir," said Ida.
"You have given me a bad dollar.

Will you promise to bring me a good one to-morrow ?" Ida made the required promise, and was allowed to go..