“See that,” said Willie, pulling out from his pocket a five-cent piece. “Know what I am going to do with it?”
“Take it to Miss Beatrice for the poor little girl she told about.”
“No, sir. Going to get some candy. Five cents don't get much, though. Not the best kind. That costs money.”
Harlis put his hand in his pocket and quickly pulled it out. But the action did not escape Willis' sharp eyes.
“You got any?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Let's see. Oh, a nickel! Thought maybe it was just a penny. What a lot ten cents would get. What kind do you like best?”
“I like chocolate best.”
“Do you? Why, so do I. Say we get some?”
“I don't believe mamma would like it. She said we mustn't buy things on Sunday.”