"As much as Miss Lydia?"
Johnny stared at her. "Course not."
"She doesn't give you so many presents as I do."
"Mary!" Johnny's father protested.
But Johnny was equal to the occasion.
"I'd just as leaves," said he, "give you one of my five dollars to pay for 'em"—which made even his mother laugh. "Goo'-by," said Johnny. "I guess I've eaten too much. I've had a fine time. Much obliged. No, I do' want any more candy. O-o-o-h!" said Johnny, "I wish I hadn't eaten so much! I hate going home."
But he went—bearing his sheaves with him, his presents and his five five-dollar bills and his stomach ache. And he said he wished he could go right straight back to Philadelphia!
"Do you?" said Miss Lydia, faintly.
"But she's—funny, Aunt Lydia."
"How 'funny'?"