"Have you any
other money?"
"That is all I have got."
Of course, I can't let you have the gingerbread. Some would deliver
you up into the hands of the police. However, I will let you go if
you will make me one promise."
"Oh, anything, sir."
"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.
CHAPTER XIV.
DOUBTS AND FEARS.
WELL, what kept you so long?" asked Peg, impatiently, as Ida
rejoined her at the corner of the street, where she had been waiting
for her. "And where's your gingerbread?"
"He wouldn't let me have it," said Ida.
"And why not?"
"Because he said the money wasn't good."
"Stuff! it's good enough," said Peg, hastily. "Then we must go
somewhere else."
"But he said the dollar I gave him last week wasn't good, and I
promised to bring him another to-morrow, or he wouldn't have let me
go."
"Well, where are you going to get your dollar to carry him?"
"Why, won't you give it to me?" said Ida, hesitatingly.
"Catch me at such nonsense! But here we are at another shop. Go in
and see whether you can do any better there. Here's the money."
"Why, it's the same piece."
"What if it is?"
"I don't want to pass bad money."
"Tut, what hurt will it do?"
"It is the same as stealing.
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