"Promise me not to get yourself into any trouble, Luke," she said, "even if you do meet this man."
"I can't promise that, mother, for I may not be able to help it. Besides, I haven't met him yet, and it isn't necessary to cross a bridge till you get to it. Now let us talk of something else."
"How much did you make to-day, Luke?" asked Bennie, his young brother, seven years old.
"I didn't make my fortune, Bennie. Including the morning papers, I only made sixty cents."
"That seems a good deal to me, Luke," said his mother. "I only made twenty-five. They pay such small prices for making shirts."
"I should think they did. And yet you worked harder and more steadily than I did."
"I have worked since morning, probably about eight hours."
"Then you have made only three cents an hour. What a shame!"
"If I had a sewing-machine, I could do more, but that is beyond our means."
"I hope soon to be able to get you one, mother. I can pay something down and the rest on installments."