Mr. Bobbsey looked at it carefully.
"Yes, that's one of the old Confederate States' bills all right," he
said, "and it isn't worth anything, except as a curiosity."
"It cost me twenty dollars, all right," said Mr. Mason, with a sour
look on his face. "I can't see how Frank was so foolish as to be taken
in by it."
"Well, the poor boy knew no better, and probably he is sorry enough
now," said Mr. Bobbsey.
"I guess he's sorry enough!" exclaimed Mr. Mason, bitterly. "I gave
him a good shaking, as he is too big to whip. I shook him and scolded
him."
"Well, almost anyone, not very familiar with money, might have made
that mistake," spoke Mr. Bobbsey. "This Confederate bill looks very
much like some of ours, and a person in a hurry might have been fooled
by it."
"Oh, nonsense!" broke in Mr. Mason. "There was no excuse for Frank
being fooled as he was. I won't listen to any such talk! He lost me
twenty dollars and he'll have to make it up to me, somehow."
"But how can he, when he has run away?" asked Mr. Bobbsey, and he felt
very sorry for Frank, who was not much older than Bert.
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