, after scolding poor
little Toby to his heart's content, vowed that the amount should be kept
from his first week's wages, and then handed back the coin, with orders
to give it to the first man who gave him money to change, under the
penalty of a severe flogging if he failed to do so.

Poor Toby tried to explain matters by saying: "You see, I don't know
anything about money; I never had more 'n a cent at a time, an' you
mustn't expect me to get posted all at once."

"I'll post you with a stick if you do it again; an' it won't be well for
you if you bring that ten cent piece back here!"

Now Toby was very well aware that to pass the coin, knowing it to be
bad, would be a crime, and be resolved to take the consequences of which
Mr. Jacobs had intimated, if he could not find the one who had given him
the counterfeit and persuade him to give him good money in its stead. He
remembered very plainly where he had sold each glass of lemonade, and
he retraced his steps, glancing at each face carefully as he passed. At
last he was confident that he saw the man who had gotten him into such
trouble, and he climbed up the board seats, saying, as he stood in front
of him and held out the coin: "Mister, this money that you gave me is
bad. Won't you give me another one for it?"

The man was a rough looking party who had taken his girl to the circus,
and who did not seem at all disposed to pay any heed to Toby's request.
Therefore he repeated it, and this time more loudly.

"Get out the way!" said the man, angrily. "How can you expect me to see
the show if you stand right in front of me?"

"You'll like it better," said Toby, earnestly, "if you give me another
ten cent piece."

"Get out an' don't bother me!" was the angry rejoinder; and the little
fellow began to think that perhaps he would be obliged to "get out"
without getting his money.

It was becoming a desperate case, for the man was growing angry very
fast and if Toby did not succeed in getting good money for the bad, he
would have to take the consequences of which Mr. Jacobs had spoken.

"Please, mister," he said, imploringly--for his heart began to grow very
heavy, and he was fearing that he should not succeed--"won't you please
give me the money back? You know you gave it to me, an' I'll have to pay
it if you don't."

The boy's lip was quivering, and those around began to be interested in
the affair, while several in the immediate vicinity gave vent to their
indign