THE BROOM MAN
One day the broom man came down the street.
“Brooms, brooms, brooms!” called the broom man.
“Come and buy. Come and buy a broom!”
“Mother! Mother!” called Bobby and Betty. “Don’t you want to buy a broom?”
“Yes,” said Mother. “My old broom is wearing out. I need a new broom.”
Bobby called to the broom man, and he came to the back door.
Mother bought a new broom.
She paid the broom man eighty cents.