Dr. Prell whispered. Mr. Day shook his head. He didn’t know. “I put all the rolls of dimes in the box,” Mr. Day said. “I put on the lid. Then I came out here to tell the children where to stand.” Dr. Prell looked in the box again. There were still just several bricks in it. “What do I do now?” Mr. Day asked. “Please,” Dr. Prell whispered, “tell the children how much money they raised.” “But there’s nothing in there,” Mr. Day whispered. “All the money is gone.” “Don’t tell them that! The children were great. They collected lots of bottles and cans. They should know how well they did.” Mr. Day stepped up to the microphone. “You brought in thousands of bottles and cans. Every day after school, I took them to the recycling center where I got thousands of dimes, which I put into rolls.” Dr. Prell leaned close to Mr. Day and whispered, “They want to know how much money was raised.” “In all, there were one hundred and eighty rolls of dimes.” The children waited.
