pocketful

Charley jingled a pocketful of pennies—Speckport pennies at that—as large as quoits.

Visions of a pocketful of money haunted me almost day and night until we arrived on the battle field.

There's never a stone on Pike Island, it's too swampy, and I'd forgot to bring my pocketful, as usual.

You see, he'd got this money off the Jew and he counted on another pocketful from that Belcher woman.

It was getting dark, and must have been about five o'clock, when I stopped and counted a pocketful of pennies.