"What did the poor feller do ?" "Oh, he ups and tells me, all right, after he discovered it.

And sez he: 'I've charged my account with 'em,' sez he, 'so the Bank won't lose it.'" "Why, Dan'l," said Mrs.Bigsby, "ye didn't let that poor feller"-- "You hol' on!" said her brother; "business is business; but I sez to him: 'Ye oughter put it down to Profit and Loss account.

Or perhaps we'll have a chance o' gettin' rid o' them,--not in Noo York, where folks is sharp, but here in the country, and then ye kin credit yourself with the amount arter you've got rid o' them.'" "Laws! I'm sorry ye did that, Dan'l," said Mrs.Bigsby.
"With that he riz up," continued Dan'l, ignoring his sister, "and, takin' them counterfeit notes from my hand, sez he: 'Them notes belong to ME now,' sez he, 'and I'm goin' to destroy 'em.' And with that he walks over to the fire as stiff as a poker, and held them notes in it until they were burnt clean up." "Well, but that was honest and straightforward in him!" said Mrs.
Bigsby.
"Um! but it wasn't business--and ye see"-- Dan'l paused and rubbed his chin.
"Well, go on!" said Mrs.Bigsby impatiently.
"Well, ye see, neither him nor me was very smart in detectin' counterfeits, or even knowin' 'em, and"-- "Well! For goodness' sake, Dan'l, speak out!" "Well--THE DUM FOOL BURNT UP THREE GOOD BILLS, and we neither of us knew it!" V The "unexpected" which Dan'l Borem had hinted might characterize his future conduct was first intimated by his treatment of the "Widow Cully," an aged and impoverished woman whose property was heavily mortgaged to him.

He had curtly summoned her to come to his office on Christmas Day and settle up.

Frightened, hopeless, and in the face of a snowstorm, the old woman attended, but was surprised by receiving a "satisfaction piece" in full from the banker, and a gorgeous Christmas dinner.