They will have to be counted and wrapped, and your name written on each roll." "Do you mean to say that I must take these pennies home, count them all---again!---and then wrap them and sign the wrappers." "I'm sorry, but you, or some one will have to do it, Mr.Cantwell." Then and there the principal exploded.

One man there was in the bank at that moment who was obliged to turn his head away and stifle back the laughter.

That man was Mr.Pollock, of "The Blade." Pollock knew now what Dick & Co.

had wanted of such a cargo of pennies.
"I can't carry this infernal satchel back to school," groaned the principal, disgustedly.

"Some of the boys, when they see me, will realize that the satchel is still loaded, and they'll know what has happened to me at the bank.