"That isn't the way to look at it, mother," said Tom. "If gold pieces grew on currant bushes, it wouldn't be necessary for me to leave home to make a living."
"I wish they did," said Harry, a boy nine years of age.
"What would you do then, Harry?" asked his brother, smiling.
"I would buy a velocipede and a pair of skates."
"I heard of a boy once who found a penny in the field, right under a potato-vine," said Walter.
"I don't believe it," said Harry.
"It's true, for I was the boy."
"Where did it come from?"
"Tom put it there to fool me."
"Won't you put one there to fool me, Tom?" asked Harry.