"I've earned quite a bit," replied Amarilly cheerfully. "Besides what Mr. Derry gives me, there's what I've had from odd jobs like letting the artists paint my hair, and taking care of Mrs. Wick's baby afternoons when she goes to card parties. I've got thirty dollars to put in. Gus?" "Thirty-five dollars," he replied in a pleased tone. "Bud?" They all looked expectantly. Bud received ten dollars each Sunday now, and he had been singing at concerts, organ recitals, and entertainments all winter. On account of these latter engagements, he had been obliged to expend a considerable amount in clothes suitable to the occasion. When Bud donned his "evening clothes," which consisted of black silk hose, patent leather pumps, black velvet suit with Irish crochet collar and cuffs, purchased under the direction of Mr. Derry, Amarilly always felt uncomfortable. "Don't seem fair to Bobby when they're so near twins," she thought. One day, however, she overheard Bud sweetly offer to buy his near half a similar outfit. Amarilly listened eagerly for Bobby's answer which brought a sigh of relief. "I wouldn't wear one of them rigs on a bet," he had scoffingly answered. "One hundred and twenty-five dollars," Bud now replied modestly. "Gee! you take the cake!" said Bobby. Amarilly was sorry that she had to call Bobby's name next. But Bobby had a surprise in store for them all. "Forty-eight dollars!" he cried gleefully, giving Flam, Milt and Gus exultant glances, "Beat the hull of ye, except Bud!" "How in the world did you ever do it on paper routes?" asked Amarilly wonderingly. Bobby winked at his mother. "Shall we tell our secret?" he asked. "You tell, Ma." "You see," she explained, "when the clo'es are bilin' arter you hev all gone to work and to school, I've made twenty little pies and when Bobby got out of school, he'd come hum and git 'em and take 'em up to the High School. The girls bought 'em at five cents apiece. The stuff to make 'em cost about two cents a pie." "And Bobby got all the profit!" expostulated Milt indignantly. "Bobby paid me by taking the clo'es offen the line and bringin' them in every night, and fetchin' the water," she replied chidingly. "We was goin' to keep it a secret till he got enough to buy a pony." "But I'd ruther buy a house," said Bobby. "I ain't got enough to come in no snidikit," sobbed Co. "I ain't saved much." "That's because you spend all you earn on candy," rebuked Milt. "I ain't nuther. I bought me some rubbers and Iry some playthings." "How much have you got, Co?" asked Amarilly gently. "Two dollars and ninety-seven cents," she said, weeping profusely. "I think that's pretty good for a little girl," said Amarilly. "All you strapping boys ought to chip in out of your cash on hand what isn't in the bank and give her some so she could be in on it. Here is fifty cents from me, Co." "I'll give you fifty, Co," said her mother. "Me, too," said Flamingus.