At night Johnny lay wide awake, waiting for his mother’s good-night visit.
“Aren’t you sleepy, John?”
“No, I’ve got something I must tell you.”
“What is it, little John?”
“We took five cents from that gentleman for rowing him ashore.”
“Why, John, my boy! Did you?”
“Yes, but I asked him if he thought that was dear.”
“But Father would not like your doing this, John.”
“No, that’s why I told you,” said John.
“Have you said your prayers?”