lways tell the truth. Didn't Jerry
help you?"

"I didn't see him, Mother. Ask Jerry."

"Did you help them, Jerry? Not that it makes any difference; you'll get
just as big a piece of pie as any of them."

"No'm, I didn't," replied Jerry. His lips parted again as though he
wanted to say more but closed without a word.

"You're such a willing worker, I thought Danny was just trying to get
even for something," said Mother 'Larkey.

"Where'd you go, Jerry?" asked Chris.

"Yah! Tell us that," demanded Danny.

"I just thought I'd run over to the drug store," replied Jerry.

"What did you want to go there for?"

Jerry said nothing.

"I bet he found a penny and bought himself some candy," cried Celia
Jane, falling into the habit that many older people have of judging
others by themselves.

"Tandy," said Kathleen, struck by that word, and she pulled the remnant
of the cough drop out of her mouth and displayed it proudly.

"Jerry, you ate all the rest yourself!" accused Celia Jane. "Greedy,
greedy, greedy!"

"Oh, did um buy some tandy for um's 'ittle Tatleen?" mocked Danny.

"I want some," said Celia Jane. "Mother, make Jerry give me some candy."

"It was cough drops for Kathleen," said Jerry.

"Where'd you get the money?" Danny demanded sharply.

"Found it after you ran home first to ask for fifty cents to see the
circus," Jerry explained.

"Gee, I never find nothing!" ejaculated Danny. "How much was it?"

Jerry did not reply immediately and Celia Jane, watching him sharply,
was at once full cry right on his trail.

"I bet it was a whole lot more'n five cents an' he bought something for
himself. How much did you find, Jerry?"

"It was half a dollar," Jerry stated, thus brought to bay.

"Half a dollar!" exclaimed Danny and Chris.

"Why, that's fifty cents!" Celia Jane cried.

"Enough to buy a ticket to the circus!" Danny added. "Where is it? Let's
see it."

"It's all gone," Jerry told his tormentors.

"Fifty cents! And you spent all of it at once!" wailed Celia Jane.

"That must of bought a whole lot of candy," said Danny. "Fork out. No
fair holding any back."

Jerry produced the small paper bag of cough drops and gave it to Mother
'Larkey.

"They're cough drops with honey in 'em for Kathleen," he said. "I ain't
eaten one of them."

"Give me one, Mother," pleaded Celia Jane.

"They're for Kathleen," replied her mother. "She needs them and you
don't."

"Jerry's Kathleen's pet! Jerry's Kath