“You are home early, Paul,” said his mother. “Surely you haven't sold out by this time.”
“No, but all my packages are gone.”
“How is that?”
“They were stolen.”
“Tell me about it.”
So Paul told the story.
“That Mike was awful mean,” said Jimmy, indignantly. “I'd like to hit him.”
“I don't think you would hurt him much, Jimmy,” said Paul, amused at his little brother's vehemence.
“Then I wish I was a big, strong boy,” said Jimmy.
“I hope you will be, some time.”