“What have you got there, Robert?”
“First of all, here is a pound of tea,” said the boy, laying it down on the kitchen table. “Here is a pound of sugar and here is a loaf of bread.”
“But I didn’t order all those, Robert,” said his aunt.
“I know you didn’t,” answered her nephew, “but I thought you’d be able to make use of them.”
“No doubt I shall, but surely you did not buy them all for twenty-five cents?”
“I should say not. Why, the tea alone cost fifty cents! Then the sugar came to eight cents and the loaf cost six cents.”
“Mrs. Jones didn’t pay you enough to buy all those, did she?”
“Mrs. Jones is about as mean a woman as you can find anywhere,” Robert said warmly. “She didn’t pay me a cent.”
“Why? Didn’t she like the work?”
“She said uncle owed her husband money for drink and the work would part pay up the debt.”