“Presently, wonderful to relate, Emma appeared around the corner, from the kitchen, with four thick slices of bread-and-butter slightly sprinkled with sugar, and the children gazed very eagerly in her direction. Jenny Kaatenstein dropped her piece of unleavened bread and half-started to meet Emma, but thought better of it, knowing Emma’s ways. Emma distributed the slices of bread, and fastened little Willy Kaatenstein’s hat on more firmly with the elastic under his chin, and informed the children that if they knew what was good for themselves they would not get into any mischief while _she_ had charge of them. Then she went back to her ironing. “The children were delighted with their bread-and-butter, and their imagination played lightly about it. “‘My bread-and-butter’s raspberry ice-cream,’ said Harry Kaatenstein. “‘_My_ bread-and-butter’s _choc’late_ ice-cream,’ said Leah Kaatenstein, waxing genial. “‘_My_ bread-and-butter’s _vanilla_ ice-cream,’ said Jenny Kaatenstein. “But little Willy Kaatenstein said never a word, for his bread-and-butter seemed very good to him _as_ bread-and-butter. “Their bread-and-butter someway put new life into them and made them more fully awake to the fact that their mother was away for the afternoon. After all, they were not afraid of any one but their mother, and she being gone, should they not enjoy life for once? “When they had finished eating they had a brilliant idea. “‘I’m going to shake a nickel out of my bank,’ said Harry Kaatenstein. “‘_I’m_ going to shake a nickel out of _my_ bank,’ said Leah Kaatenstein, in surprising luxury of spirit. “‘_I’m_ going to shake a nickel out of _my_ bank,’ said Jenny Kaatenstein. “And little Willy Kaatenstein said never a word, but ran at the first inkling of the idea immediately to the dining-room where the four banks were standing, on the mantel above the fire-place, and pushed up a chair and took down his own green bank. And then he slid back the little piece of iron that was just under the slot in the top of the bank, and shook, shook, shook, with very little noise, and lo, not a nickel but a five-dollar gold coin rolled out on the floor! “And then Harry Kaatenstein and Leah Kaatenstein and Jenny Kaatenstein rushed in and seized their banks and began shaking, shaking with much _clank_, _clank_ of silver and gold against iron--for was not their mother far from them?--whilst little Willy Kaatenstein stood by with his gold piece clasped tight in his hand. Even his young intelligence knew its marvelous value, and he thought it wise not to reveal his treasure to Leah Kaatenstein’s horrified gaze. “‘I’m going down to Grove’s and buy gum-drops with my nickel,’ said Harry Kaatenstein, pounding and shaking, but never a nickel appeared for the reason that he had forgotten the little iron slide, which only once in a while fell away from under the slot and never at the right time.