Stump electronic books

Any fellow could do that; Mickey told dozens of them so.
He got along so well he could pay the rent each month, dress in whole
clothing, have enough to eat, often cooked food on the little gasoline
stove, if he were not too tired to cook it, and hide nickels in the old
place daily. He had a bed and enough cover; he could get water in the hall
at the foot of the flight of stairs leading to his room for his bath, to
scrub the floor, and wash the dishes. From two years on, he had helped his
mother with every detail of her housekeeping; he knew exactly what must be
done.
It was much more dreadful than he thought it would be to come home alone,
and eat supper by himself, but if he sold papers until he was almost
asleep where he stood, he found he went to sleep as soon as he reached
home and had supper. He did not awaken until morning; then he could hurry
his work and get ahead of the other boys, and maybe sell to their
customers. It might be bad to be alone, but always he could remember her,
and make her seem present by doing every day exactly what she told him.


Pages:
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25