"And I've about broke my back
in the garden this summer. But boys are noisy, careless creatures
--I don't know as I could stand a boy around me."
"Oh, Mickey is nice," Sister hastened to explain. "He's going to
grow up and support his mother. He won't make any more noise than
he can help."
Miss Putnam smiled grimly.
"I guess that's true," she said. "Well, tell your Mickey to come
round and see me, and if he doesn't charge too much, perhaps we
can suit each other."
Brother and Sister trotted home, well-pleased with the success of
their errand. It was something to have secured the promise of more
work for Mickey.
"There he is now!" exclaimed Brother, spying the flaming red head
of the Gaffney boy ahead of them. "Hey, Mickey!"
Mickey was on his way to the grocery store for soap, he informed
them.
"Wait a minute," said Brother. "We want to tell you--Daddy says
you can help Jimmie and Ralph in our garden and they will pay you,
by the hour, Ralph says. And Miss Putnam says you can run errands
for her."
"Miss Putnam?" repeated Mickey, surprised. "Miss Putnam wouldn't
have a boy in her yard."
"Yes, she will," declared Sister. "She said so. And you can run
errands after school this winter when she can't get around--she
said so, didn't she, Roddy?"
Brother nodded.
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