"
"I see. Then you told what--"
"No, I just got the bottle and brought it here."
Mr. Barton whistled.
"Jerry, you're some boy, and there's my hand on it."
Jerry felt himself flushing as he took the proffered hand which shook
his warmly.
"Grit!" exclaimed Mr. Barton. "Pure grit. That's what I call it, if
anybody should ask you. And you won't get to see the circus at all."
"I guess Kathleen's cough is more important than the circus," replied
Jerry. "Summer coughs are bad for babies."
"You're right there, but I'm mighty sorry you can't go. I know how my
two boys will feel if they have to stay away."
He rang up the forty-five cents and returned a nickel to Jerry.
"There, I guess you've earned the right to spend the nickel on
yourself."
"Give me a nickel's worth of cough drops--the kind with honey in 'em,"
said Jerry.
"You don't want cough drops, Jerry. Here's some good candy. It's got
lots of lemon in it."
"Kathleen likes the cough drops with honey in 'em," explained Jerry.
"She doesn't cough so bad after eating one of them.
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