"
Mickey Gaffney did go see Miss Putnam, and something about him
made the old lady like him right away. She engaged him to do
errands for her an hour in the morning, and again in the
afternoon, and she paid him fifteen cents an hour. If he weeded in
the garden that was to be extra.
"Will you have enough for your shoes?" asked Sister anxiously one
morning, when Mickey came to do some weeding in the garden for
Jimmie.
"My, yes, and I guess I can buy my little sister a pair," said
Mickey proudly.
"Have you a little sister?" demanded Brother and Sister together.
"How old is she?"
"Five," answered Mickey, getting down on his hands and knees and
going at the weeds in a business-like way. "She'll be five next
month."
"Isn't that nice!" commented Sister. "I'm five years old, too."
Mickey avoided her eyes and was apparently too busy to talk much
to them, so by and by Brother and Sister ran off and left him to
his weeding.
If they had stayed, they might have seen Mickey throw down his
weeding-fork suddenly and march out of the garden.
"Don't believe that boy is going to stick to his work," said Molly
to Mother Morrison. "He's gone already."
But Mickey was hurrying along toward Miss Putnam's house and did
not care very much what anyone thought of him.
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