"Earned, $1.00; Cash on hand, $3.85," read Jess aloud.
Below, he had written:
- Milk .24
- Bread .10
- Bread .20
- Cheese .10
- Milk .24
- Beef .20
- Bone .05
- Cloth .10
"Cloth!" exclaimed Violet. "What on earth?"
Henry laughed a little, and watched her face as he drew out his last package and handed it to her.
"I thought we ought to have a tablecloth," he explained. "So I got a yard at the ten-cent store—but it isn't hemmed, of course."
With a cry of delight Violet unwrapped the brown cloth with its edge of blue. Her clever fingers were already evening the two ends. She was never so happy as when with a needle.
Henry set off again with a light heart. Here was one sister curled up happily against a big tree, setting tiny stitches into a very straight hem. Here was another sister busily gathering pliant twigs into a bundle for a broom with
