"I guess it was all my fault," she thought. "I guess it will pay to
straighten myself out before I get out of bed every morning."
All was well in and out of Rose House on the morning after the storm.
Every one told her experiences as if she were the only person affected
and they all talked at once and enjoyed themselves immensely. Vladimir
came running up on to the porch in the middle of the morning and threw
himself across his mother's lap.
"Where have you been now?" she asked him. He had come to breakfast
only after being called a dozen times and he had disappeared
immediately after breakfast. "What have you been doing?"
The little fellow laughed and poured into her lap a handful of nickels
and ten-cent pieces.
"Where in the world did you get those?" demanded Mrs. Vereshchagin.
"Who gave them to you?"
"A man in the road."
"A man in the road? All that money? What for?"
"I gave him the shiny thing and he gave me those moneys."
"What shiny thing?"
"The shiny thing I found on the floor."
"Where on the floor?"
"In the dining-room, and the youngster ran into the house to point out
exactly the place where he had found the 'shiny thing.
Pages:
100
101
102
103
104
105
106
107
108
109
110
111
112
113
114
115
116
117
118
119
120
121
122
123
124