"And sell the tickets? Oh, auntie, that's just the thing! That's capital!" cried Edith and Kyzie. "You'd do it beautifully."
"I'm not so sure of that, girls. But we might join together and act a little play that I've been writing; that is, we might try. What have you to say, Jimmy? Could you help?"
"I don't know. I can't speak pieces worth a cent," replied the boy, writhing and shuffling his feet. "Look here!" he said, brightening. "Don't you want some nails driven? I can do that first rate."
Aunt Vi laughed and said nails might be needed in putting up a staging, and she was sure that he could use a hammer better than she could.
Jimmy-boy, much gratified, struck an attitude, and pounding his left palm with his thumb, repeated the rhyme:—
"Drive the nail straight, boys,
Hit it on the head;
Work with your might, boys,
Ere the day has fled."
"There, he can speak, I knew he could speak!" cried Lucy, in admiration.
It was settled that they were all to meet Wednesday morning, and their mother with them, to talk over the matter.
"That's great," said Jimmy.
The watch was found and the world looked bright once more. True, he was deeply in debt; but with such a grand helper as Aunt Vi he was sure the debt would very soon be paid.