`` We find 'em in the apple-sauce sometimes , and nails and bits of barrel in the cake , so some of us do n't patronize Peck , '' replied Charley ; and little Briggs the cripple added eagerly , -- `` I never do ; my mother wo n't let me . '' `` He never has any money , that 's why , '' bawled Dickson , the fat boy , dodging behind the fence as he spoke . `` Never you mind , sonny , you come here every day , and I 'll see that you have a good lunch . Apples too , red ones , if you like them , with your cake , '' answered Miss Hetty , patting his head and sending an indignant glance across the street . `` Cry-baby ! Molly-coddle ! Grandma 's darling ! '' jeered Dickson , and then fled , for Charley fired a ball at him with such good aim it narrowly escaped his nose . `` That boy will have the jaundice as sure as fate , and he deserves it , '' said Miss Hetty , sternly , as she dropped the lid on the now empty box ; for while she was talking the free-and-easy young gentlemen had been helping themselves . `` Thank you very much , ma'am , for my cookie . I wo n't forget to call to-morrow . '' And little Briggs shook hands with as innocent a face as if his jacket pocket was not bulging in a most suspicious manner . `` You 'll get your death a cold , Hetty , '' called Miss Jerusha , and , taking the hint , Charley promptly ended the visit . `` Sheer off , fellows . We are no end obliged , ma'am , and I 'll see that Briggs is n't put upon by sneaks . '' Then the boys ran off , and the old lady retired to her parlor to sink into her easy-chair , as much excited by this little feat as if she had led a forlorn hope to storm a battery . `` I 'll fill both those big tins to-morrow , and treat every one of the small boys , if I 'm spared , '' she panted , with a decided nod , as she settled her cap and composed her neat black skirts , with which the wind had taken liberties , as she stood on the steps . `` I 'm not sure it is n't our duty to make and sell good , wholesome lunches to those boys . We can afford to do it cheap , and it would n't be much trouble . Just put the long table across the front entry for half an hour every day , and let them come and get a bun , a cookie , or a buttered biscuit .
It could be done , sister , '' said Miss XXXXX , longing to distinguish herself in some way also .
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