“You must have worked hard, though, or you wouldn’t have won that garden prize of five dollars at school. Billy, you must feel rich! What are you going to buy with it?”
“I don’t think I’ll buy anything with what I have left; it seems fine to me to just keep it in my bank account.”
“Oh, dear,” sighed Mary Frances, “I wish I could make some money—not just save some of what is given to me.”
“Why don’t you?” asked Billy.
“Why don’t I what?” Mary Frances looked up from her work.
“Make some money,” said Billy.
“How could I?” asked Mary Frances in bewilderment.
“Why, sell some of the vegetables you raise in the garden.”
“Oh, Billy! Billy!” cried Mary Frances. “Do you suppose for a minute I could?”