Look, look, on the bed! see how many papa has given me,--ten nice new one dollars." Lulu counted them as they lay spread out in a row.
"Yes, ten," she said.

"O Gracie! isn't it nice?
isn't papa kind ?" "'Course he is; kindest man ever was made," said Grace.

"Now see how many you have." Lulu hastily spread out her roll, and counted the bills.

"Nine ones, and one two," she announced.
"Just as many as mine," said Grace; "and I've got this besides," holding up a bright new silver half-dollar.

"So mine's the most this time, isn't it ?" "No, because one of my bills counts two: that makes mine fifty cents the most.