"She sews, and I help her all I can, selling papers."
"How can you pay me anything then?"
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"Please, ma'am, I'll tell Mother all about it, and she'll be willing for me to pay you all I make."
"Well, now, we'll see if you are a boy to keep his word," said Aunt Deborah.
"How much must I pay?" Sam inquired anxiously.
"Let me see." Aunt Deborah put on her spectacles and made a critical survey of the room. "Window—fifty cents; vase—one dollar—I wouldn't have had it broken for five!—That'll do—one dollar and a half. I shan't charge you for the dent in the furniture."
"I'll try to pay you something on it every week," said Sam. "There are some days when I don't make anything; but when I do, I'll save it for you."
"Very well," said Aunt Deborah; "you may go now."