Some of our girls are going , and so am I , and you sing and must come , too , and have some fun . Wo n't it be jolly ? '' `` I guess it would ; but I ca n't . Mother needs me every minute out of school , '' began Jimmy , with a shake of the head , having made up his mind some time ago that he must learn to do without fun . `` But we shall be paid for it , '' cried Will , clapping her hands with the double delight of telling the best part of her story , and seeing Jimmy 's sober face clear suddenly as if the sun had burst forth with great brilliancy . `` Really ? How much ? Can I sing well enough ? '' and he clutched her arm excitedly , for this unexpected ray of hope dazzled him . `` Some of them will have ten dollars a week , and some more , -- the real nice ones , like Lee , the singing boy , who is a wonder , '' answered Will , in the tone of one well informed on such points . `` Ten dollars ! '' gasped Jimmy , for the immensity of the sum took his breath away . `` Could I get that ? How long ? Where do we go ? Do they really want us fellows ? Are you sure it 's all true ? '' `` It was all in the paper , and Miss Pym , the teacher who boards at our house , told Ma about it . The folks advertised for school-children , sixty of 'em , and will really pay ; and Ma said I could go and try , and all the money I get I 'm going to put in a bank and have for my own . Do n't you believe me now ? ''
Miss XXXXX and the newspapers settled the matter in Jimmy 's mind , and made him more anxious than before about the other point .
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