"Do you know him?" asked Sister. "Doesn't he ever wear shoes?"
"I guess so--I don't know. I don't like him," replied Nellie
indifferently.
"I don't believe he has any shoes, not even for Sunday," Brother
said to himself. "His coat was all torn and his mother sewed his
pants up with another kind of cloth so that it shows. I wonder
where 'bouts he lives?"
He opened his mouth to ask Nellie, when Miss Putnam swooped down
to the fence as they were passing her house.
"Go way!" she called, leaving her weeding to wave a rake at them.
"Go 'long with you! Don't you drop any of that messy tar on my
sidewalk!"
"What lovely flowers!" whispered Sister as they obediently hurried
past.
Indeed, Miss Putnam had made a beautiful garden and lawn of her
small yard, and she did all the work of taking care of it herself.
Sister and Brother carried their tar home with them and left it in
the sand heap. Jimmie had six boys playing in the gymnasium with
him and they all stayed to lunch. Molly and Mother Morrison were
used to having unexpected guests, and no matter how many there
were, in some mysterious manner plenty of good things to eat
appeared on the table,
"Can we come out and watch you?" asked Brother when the boys were
going back to the barn.
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