"Oh, there's no hurry about that," returned Mr. Bobbsey. "I don't know what errands I want done to-day."
"Well, I'd like to do some," Tommy said. "I'd like to earn that money, and then, maybe, you'd have some more errands for me to run, afterward, so I could earn more money. I need it very much, and Mr. Fitch hasn't any work for me to-day. I want to do all I can before school opens," Tommy went on, "'cause it gets dark early in the afternoon now, and my grandmother doesn't like to have me out too late."
"That's right. How is your grandmother, Tommy?"
"She—she's sick," was the answer, and Tommy's voice sounded as though he had been crying, or was just going to do so.
"Sick? That's too bad!"
"That's why I want some more errands to do, so I can earn money for her. She was hungry when I got home yesterday, and I spent that money you gave me—all but the five cents for car fare—to buy her things to eat. There wasn't anything in the house."
"Oh, come now! That's too bad!" said Mr.
