"It's the rule of this store that on Christmas Eve, after
all the customers are gone, each employee may choose as a present from
the firm some article worth a quarter of his or her wages for the week.
Let's see: you're paid three dollars, aren't you?"
Katy nodded.
"That would count for seventy-five cents on the doll; then all you
would have to put to it would be twenty-two cents. Couldn't you do
that somehow?"
"Yes!" cried Katy, delighted. "Sometimes I run errands for a
dressmaker who lives in the block below us, and she gives me pennies,
or once in a while a nickel. And when my aunt's husband comes to see
us--he's a widder man and sorter rich; he drives a truck,--well, when
he comes 'casionally, he gives each of us children as much as ten
cents; and I guess he'll be round about Christmas time. Oh, yes, I'm
almost sure I can make up the twenty-two cents!"
"But, then, when the doll is yours, won't you hate to give it away?"
queried Julia; for Katy already began to assume an air of possession.
"Oh, not to Ellie! And, you know, she'll be sure to let me hold it
sometimes" was the ingenuous reply.
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