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“FORGOT my nickel,” mumbled the boy with the gold watch.
“Spent all my money yesterday,” laughed the one with the spike-toed
shoes.
“Saving up to buy a ’bike,’” said the one with his hands in his pockets.
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The envelope passed around the class and came back with six cents.
Everybody knew who put in that nickel and penny. It was the boy who
earned sixty cents a week on a newspaper route. His trousers were too
short for his fast-lengthening legs, and his carefully polished shoes
showed a break here and there; but one-tenth of his earnings was given
without fail into the Lord’s treasury.
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