Amarilly of Clothes-line Alley

Amarilly drew a sigh of relief.

"It's going to add up fine, now. Guess I'll take my own account next. I

haven't got as much as you boys, though." "Shouldn't think you would

have," said Gus sympathizingly. "You don't earn so much, and yet you pay

ma as much, and don't take out nuthin' fer your noon meal. And you give

Co things."

"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."