'm not."

"Who cares?"

"Make Jerry stop being so aggravating," Cathy begged her mother.

"Come on. We haven't time to try to reform your brother this morning.
Be a good boy, Andy. Mind Jerry. Don't let your little brother out of
your sight, Jerry."

Jerry was relieved when his mother and sister had gone. It gave him a
chance to find a good hiding place for Mr. Bartlett's eight dollars
and twenty-one cents. Somewhere up attic would be the best place, he
decided.

"You play with your blocks. I have to go up attic for a minute," Jerry
told Andy.

"I'll go with you."

"No, you don't."

It took several minutes to get Andy so interested in his toys that he
consented to be left while Jerry went up attic. Then he dashed up two
flights of stairs. Now where should he hide the money? In the drawer
of that old chest? No, his mother was forever cleaning out drawers. In
one of the garment bags in which were hung out-of-season clothes? That
might do. He would need the hiding place only for the month of
April--before warm weather. Because it was a cool day it seemed to
Jerry that it would be ages before anybody needed summer clothes. He
put Mr. Bartlett's money in one of his mother's shoes, a white one he
found in the bottom of one of the garment bags.

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Jerry felt that he had been engaged in quite an enterprise. "And I've
not gone to all this work just for myself," he argued in his mind as
he zipped up the garment bag. "I'm doing it for the whole family. For
I'm not going to hog the candy for myself. Course I may help myself to
a piece or two when I get it. No, I'll bring the whole box home and
pass it around," he decided generously. "And if Dad is convinced, and
that box of free candy should convince him that it _is_ a good thing
to charge groceries at Bartlett's, we'll go on charging them. Every
month. At the end of a year I bet we'll have gotten more than five
pounds of free candy. Oh, boy!"

Small footsteps sounded and there was Andy.

"Downstairs was lonesome," he said plaintively.

"Okay, I'm all through with what I was doing up here. I'll get my bat
and ball and we'll go out."

"I'll play ball with you."

"Tell you what you can do, Andy. I'll let you hold my catcher's mitt
when I'm not using it. And I'll throw you a few easy ones. You're old
enough to begin to learn to play baseball."

Andy looked so pleased that Jerry's heart warmed to him. He decided
that when Mr. Bartlett presented that