"I don't know, Charley," replied Frank Sedley, as he slid the money into his purse; "I was thinking of something else."
"What, Frank?"
"I was thinking how poor the widow Weston is, and how much good this money I am going to throw away on fire-crackers and gingerbread would do her."
"Perhaps it would."
"I know it would."
"But you are not going to spoil our fun by giving it to her, are you?"
"There are a great many boys who will have no money to spend to-morrow—Tony Weston, for instance," continued Frank.
"Tony is a good fellow."
"That he is; and his mother has a terrible hard time of it to support herself and her son and daughter."
"I suppose she has. Why don't you ask your father to help her?"