As soon as the noon-bell rang and the work-people all poured along the corridors and out at the open doors, Katie knocked at the office door and was told to "Come in!" by Mr. James, who happened to be alone inside. Without a word the girl walked up to his desk and laid the bill down beside him. The young man started, stared, and finally said:-- "Where did you get this?" "I found it in the rags, sir." "When?" "Yesterday afternoon." "Why did you bring it to me?" "Because I think if it belongs to anybody it does to you, it was found among your rags." "Why did you not bring it to me at once?" "Because--because I didn't think at first, and I wanted it _so_ much." "Did you?" said he, gravely. "You know the Bible says: 'Thou shalt not covet'?" Katie started; had she been breaking one of the commandments, after all? Not the one about stealing, of which she had thought, but another. "I didn't mean to do that," said she, in a low voice, "but we do want things so much--mother, I mean. We are so poor." "Are you?" said the young man, in a sympathizing tone. "Well, you are an honest little girl to bring it to me at all. A great many would not have done so, and I should have known nothing about it. Didn't you think of that?" "Yes, sir; but God knew it, and that made all the difference. Besides, I don't think I was quite honest; if I had been, I should have come to you the first minute, and not thought about keeping it at all." "Then you did have a little struggle about it?" "Oh, yes, sir, I hardly slept all night. I didn't know what to do at first, and then I didn't want to do it." "But God gave you the victory," said the young man, reverently. "I understand all about that, and how sweet it is to be helped by him," Katie added. "Now," continued he, "I think he sent you that fifty-dollar bill himself; first to try you, and then that you might help your mother to buy all those things that you and she are so much in need of. It isn't mine, for when I pay two cents a pound for old rags I do not buy fifty dollar bills. Take it, and be just as happy with it as a thankful heart can make you. Good-morning; I must hurry home to dinner."[1] A gladder little girl than Katie Robertson it would be hard to find. The love of money is said to be the root of all evil, and so money itself sometimes is, but that is according to how it is gotten and how used.