“You are the one to be tired, Georgie,” said he, “sitting here alone all day.”
“Hold up your hand, father,” said Georgie, reaching out his own at the same time, which was shut up, and appeared to have something in it.
[pg 168]“Why, what have you got for me?” said his father.
“Hold fast all I give you,” replied he; and he dropped the money all into his father's hand, and shut up his father's fingers over it.
“What is all this?” said his father.
“It is my money,” said he, “for you. It is 'most all cents, but then there is one fourpence.”
“I am sure, I am much obliged to you, Georgie, for this.”
“O no,” said Georgie, “it's only a little of what you have to spend for me.”
Georgie's father took the money, and put it in his pocket, and the next day he went to Jonas, and told him about it, and asked Jonas to spend it in buying such things as he thought would be useful to Georgie; either playthings, or tools, or materials to work with.
Jonas said he should be very glad to do it, for he thought he could buy him some things that would help him very much in his work. Jonas carried the money into the city the next time he went, and bought him a small hone to sharpen his knife, a fine-toothed saw, and a bottle of black var[pg 169]nish, with a little brush, to put it on with. He brought these things home, and gave them to Georgie's father; and he carried them into the house, and put them in a drawer.