"I think so. I need someone to sweep out the store every morning."
Gary set to work and the store was soon clean.
Then the butcher wrapped up some meat and handed it to Gary.
"Here's a dime, besides. You did a fine job."
"Oh, thanks," gasped Gary.
He ran down the street with Rags at his heels.
They burst into the kitchen.
"Grandma, I've got a job, and here's meat for Rags, and ten cents and
I can do it every day."
Rags was nosing happily about his new home … around the chairs and under the curtains. In the bedroom were two blue slippers. He picked them up … carefully … and carried them to the kitchen and laid them at Grandma's feet.
Rags had grown up.