Closing the ledger, he took up the cash drawer and started for the safe.
“Seventy cents then,” he said reluctantly, opening his cash drawer.
He rose and put the cash drawer in its place; then he went back to her.
He unlocked his cash drawer, and put his hand into the pigeon-hole for the cheque.
Inside, this bunch of keys hung in the lock, but the cash drawer was locked.
There was nothing left but to examine the drawer which was used for a cash drawer.
But he did not seem to be going to take any money from the cash drawer.
The man, thankful, departed; but Mather sat over the cash drawer, sorting the money and counting it.
He went to his ledger, found it correct, I suppose, and then from his cash drawer counted out the amount and asked for a receipt.
But as a street, Market Street was with Mrs. Herdicker–it never talked against the cash drawer.