Often we chipped in our pennies, boys
and girls together, and commissioned Gerrish to purchase some book we
wanted or perhaps some bit of finery for festal decoration.
There was one boy who did not take part in our financial ventures. What
he did with his money we did not know, but we never saw a cent of it. He
was ready enough to share our goodies but carefully kept his cash in his
own hands. One day when we were playing three-old-cat in front of
Pilgrim Hall, we lost the ball and searched for it in vain. Steediwink,
as one of the older boys was familiarly called, in groping around the
foot of the boulder above referred to, found a hole in the rock into
which he thrust his hand. At the far end of the hole was a sort of shelf
and thereon was piled a hoard of small change. If everyone knew whose
treasury we had opened, no one named any names, and the find was
forthwith confiscated for the benefit of the festival fund.
Some days later, Mr. Hosmer in his evening talk to the children very
significantly stated that one of the scholars had lost a sum of money
and asked us to try and find it and bring it to him that he might
restore it to the rightful owner.
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