I owe
you twenty now."
"Which I never expect to recover, because you know I always get silly
about Christmas and 'forgive thee thy debts.'"
"You're awful good--" he began.
"But I'll be better if I bring you gloves and silk stockings."
"I'll give you the money!" he said, heroically. "Will you borrow it of
me or of mamma?" I asked, with a chuckle at the family financiering
which always goes on in this manner.
"Now don't make fun of me! _You_ don't know what it is to be hard up."
"Don't I, though?" I said, indignantly. "Oh--oh! Catch me!"
He seized my handle-bar and righted me before I fell off.
"See what you did by saying I never was hard up," I said. "I'll tell
you what, Teddy. You needn't give me the money. I'll bring you some
gloves and stockings!"
"Oh, I say, honest? Oh, but you're the right kind of a sister! I'll
never forget that as long as I live. You do look so nice on your
wheel. You sit so straight and--"
I saw a milkman coming. We three were the only objects in sight, yet I
headed for him.
"Get out of my way," I shrieked at him.
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