You come for her a week from today and she will
be ready for you. I can't tell how much it will cost, you tell
your brother, until I find out what the hospital will charge me."
On their way home, Brother and Sister met Mickey Gaffney. They had
not seen him since he played school with them, and the sight of
him at once suggested something to Brother.
"Say, Nellie Yarrow says you're going to be in the first grade at
school this term," he said to Mickey. "I'm going to be in first
grade, too. We'll be in the same room."
"Don't know as I'm going to school," declared Mickey perversely.
"I didn't go much last year."
"Wouldn't--wouldn't your 'father let you?" suggested Sister
timidly.
Mickey flushed a little.
"Aw, it wasn't so much his fault, leastways he said he didn't care
if I went," he muttered, digging his bare foot into the gravel on
one side of the stone flagging. "After they had him arrested he
said I had to go."
"Didn't you want to go?" urged Brother, round-eyed. "I think it's
lots of fun to go to school."
"Guess you wouldn't think so if you didn't have some shoes and a
good coat," retorted Mickey. "I ain't going to school this year,
either, if I can't have things to wear.
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