“I want to earn more money,” said Betty.
“What can we do?” asked Bobby.
“I will tell you what to do,” said Mother. “Father has some old clothes he doesn’t want to keep. You may sell them to the old-clothes man.”
“Good!” cried Betty.
“Hurrah!” cried Bobby.
That very day the old-clothes man came down the street.
“Any old clothes to sell? Any old clothes to sell?” called the old-clothes man.
“Yes, yes,” cried Bobby and Betty.