I have already remarked that things look very different in the morning from what they do at night. Toby rolled out of bed some eight hours later with his mind made up to say nothing about the theft to any one, not even to Frank Lamson! Just when this resolve had come to him and by what process of reasoning he didn’t know, for he had certainly gone to sleep almost fidgety with the desire for morning and the opportunity to confront Frank with the charge of theft. There is a saying that the night brings counsel. It would be nearer the facts to say that sleep clears the brain. Violent emotions such as anger generate a poison, the scientists tell us, and sleep is one of the antidotes. Toby went to bed with a good deal of poison in his system and woke up quite free from it. He was just a little bit surprised at his change of heart, but he was more glad than surprised. After all, nothing was to be gained by making trouble for Frank. Evil-doers suffer eventually, anyway, and there was no reason why Toby should assume the rôle of Retribution. Besides, and I think this had a good deal of weight with him, Arnold liked Frank and believed in him, and Toby, now that he was no longer peeved with Arnold, didn’t want to cause him any pain. Six dollars and a quarter was still six dollars and a quarter, just as it had been last night, but it wasn’t worth acting the cad for! Business was looking up again, thanks, possibly, to the cut-rates advertised in _The Scholiast_, and it wouldn’t be more than a week or so before he would have another six dollars. Meanwhile the purchase of hockey gloves and leg-guards could wait. Oddly enough, he found that his sentiment toward Frank Lamson this morning was far more charitable than it had been a week ago. Dislike was tinctured with pity. As a rival, either in hockey or in the affections of Arnold, Frank seemed much less formidable. So far as he was concerned, Toby decided as he shuffled down the corridor to the bath, the incident was closed. At breakfast Arnold’s manner showed that he had forgotten Toby’s aloofness of the evening before and when the meal was over they went up to Number 12 and talked until it was time to go to chapel. Of course Arnold wanted to know if Toby had found his money, and was surprised when told that he hadn’t. He was so genuinely sorry that Toby secretly called himself a beast for ever doubting Arnold’s affection. “Tell you what I’ll do, Toby,” said Arnold finally. “I’ll strike for an extra ten dollars and loan you six or seven, or whatever you want. I haven’t asked for any extra funds for months and months; anyway, not since November. Dad’s pretty firm about keeping inside my allowance, but I have a hunch he likes to slip me a little extra now and then if I can give him a decent excuse. Let’s see, now, what’ll I tell him?” “Tell him you need a hair-cut,” suggested Homer, who had come up a minute before. “That’s what I always say.”