. Shaggycoat; the biography of a beaver . ont it, mother? Omother, papa wont forget to bring it tonight,will he? He promised, you know, and its tobe a red one with gilt trimmings, and its tohave Rover painted on the top of it. Willpapa have enough dollar bills, mother? Howmany will it take? Has papa got a lot of dol-lar bills in the bank, like Willies papa? CanI go and count them some day? Has he gottwenty, mother? What a chatterbox you are, little son, ex-claimed Dicks mother as she caught the child O in her arms and held him close. Then her facegrew very sad as she said, Your papa used tohav
. Shaggycoat; the biography of a beaver . ont it, mother? Omother, papa wont forget to bring it tonight,will he? He promised, you know, and its tobe a red one with gilt trimmings, and its tohave Rover painted on the top of it. Willpapa have enough dollar bills, mother? Howmany will it take? Has papa got a lot of dol-lar bills in the bank, like Willies papa? CanI go and count them some day? Has he gottwenty, mother? What a chatterbox you are, little son, ex-claimed Dicks mother as she caught the child O in her arms and held him close. Then her facegrew very sad as she said, Your papa used tohave many twenties of dollar bills in the bank,and he would have them today if there were nobad whisky nor beer in the world. Dick sat still for once in his life. Thiswas something he had never heard before. Mother, he cried, wont papa have enoughto buy my Rover? Could he forget his own COUNTING DICK 181 little Dick? O my sled, mother! I do want mynew sled! Dick flung his arms round hismothers neck and began to sob out his, Come, come, coaxed his mother, chirp alittle, like the hopping sparrow that you cry, that is a good little man. Papa 182 COUNTING DICK will bring your sled, I think. Papa does lovehis Dicky boy. The little fellow found it hard to wait forhis fathers return. He had made up his mindto be very brave for his mothers sake, for hewas sure he had seen tears on her face whenthey had talked about the sled. At twilightpapa came, but, sorrowful to say, there wasno red Rover to delight little Dick. The childblips quivered, but he choked b;>ck his sobs andmade no complaint at the supper table as hewatched his father with big wondering Mr. Sparrow laid down the eveningpaper, Dick came quickly to hiss side. Papa, can I please count the dollar billsin your pocket? I can count up to twenty now. Mr. Sparrow laughed heartily as he answered,Sure enough, little chap. It would not take youlong to count the money that is in papas pockettonight.
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