The next day father said, "Peter and Polly, will you work for me? I wish to buy your leaves. I will give you a cent for three loads."
"Oh, goody, goody!" said Polly.
"Oh, goody, goody!" said Peter.
"You must put the leaves in a pile in the garden. I will show you where."
"What will you do with them, father?" asked Polly.
"You will see to-night, if you are good workmen."
In the night the wind had blown the leaves about. So the children raked them up once more.
Then they filled the big basket full. They packed in the leaves as hard as they could.
"That is to give good measure," said Polly. "Father always gives good measure at his store. So you and I must, too."
Every time they took a basketful to the garden, Polly made a mark on a piece of paper.