"Where is the drug store?" she asked.
"'Round the corner. I'm going."
"I'll go along, too, if you don't mind," the Girl said, and she turned and walked beside him. Perhaps the drug clerk would be able to illuminate the situation.
"I swallyed a penny oncst," Willie confided suddenly.
"Too bad!" commented the Girl.
"Unh unnh," Willie denied emphatically. "'Cause when I cried, Paw gimme a quarter." He was silent a moment, then: "If I'd 'a' swallyed that, I reckin he'd gimme a dollar. Gee!"
This is the optimism that makes the world go round. The philosophy took possession of the Girl and cheered her. When she entered the drug store she walked with a lighter step and there was a trace of a smile about her pretty mouth. A clerk, the only attendant, came forward.
"I want a pair o' gorrick," Willie announced.
The Girl smiled, and the clerk, paying no attention to the boy, went toward her.
"Better attend to him first," she suggested. "It seems urgent."