Then he rang off. I never would have.
So I stayed home from work, the first time since I had been at the yards—and Fred's last day! Mr. Hamilton came over about ten. Lolly was still sleeping, so I had to see him down-stairs in the parlor. As soon as I saw him, I held out my hands and said:
"Where's the special thing?"
He laughed. I could make him laugh easily now, though I don't believe any one else could. He pinched my chin and said:
"Get your hat on. We're going shopping."
"Now, Mr. Hamilton, I am not going to let you buy things for me."
"Did I say I was going to do that?" he demanded.
"Well, then, how can we shop?"
"You have some money of your own, haven't you?"
"Yes, but I was saving it for furs and to go to New York."