“Hello, there,” he hailed, “what’s the trouble here?”
“I’ve lost it!” wailed the little fellow, without looking up. “It slipped out of my ha-a-and.”
“What did?”
“A nickel.”
“A nickel?”
“Yes, I earned it, and it rolled down one of those cracks in the sidewalk.”
“Which one?” inquired Ralph.
“Don’t know which one--boo-hoo! and say--it was for you.”
For the first time the weeping lad, glancing up through his tears, recognized Ralph. He instantly dug his hand down into a pocket and began groping there.
“What was for me?” asked Ralph, “the nickel?”