After awhile Gary woke up.
So did Rags.
Grandma told Gary what had happened.
"So we'll keep him," she said, "But I don't know how we will manage to feed him."
Gary had an idea.
"Come, Rags," he said.
Rags scampered down the street beside him.
They went to the meat market, where the butcher was just opening his doors.
"I want a job," said Gary, "Is there a some way I can earn meat for my dog?"
The butcher looked into Gary's earnest face and down at the little raggedy dog.