“So was Sarah,” she answered, as I recalled the delight of my sister.
I thought a moment and then said, “God loves me.”
“Why don't he give you a pair of new boots, then?”
“It's hard times.”
“He gives 'em to some children.”
I felt of the treasure, which I had concealed in my pocket, and wondered whether, under the circumstances, I had better let it go. I tried to take a look at it, but the air was dusky and I could not see.
“Come on!” Lizzie called, swinging her wooden leg very fast and keeping ahead of me. “I ain't going home. I'm going to see if I can find Santa Claus.”
“So 'm I,” was my answer. “Maybe he'll give us a ride.”
We hurried along without speaking until I saw how dark it was, and knew that we were a long way from home.
“My mother will be looking for me!” I called, with a little sob.