Lom makes an Acquaintance. 173

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“Have you made out your account?”
asked his papa.

“My account ?” said Tom, puzzled.

“Yes,” said he; “the account of what I
owe you for your work. Never mind; I’ve
made it cut for you this time. Next time
you must do it for yourself.”

He pulled out a piece of paper from the
writing-drawer. On it was written—

 

Adonday.—One hour and fifty minutes weeding, . 8d,
Luesday.—Two hours weeding, . ° - gd.
Wednesday.— Do. . . . od.
Lhursday.— Do. ° > «+ Od,
Lriday.— Do. ° ° - od.
Saturday.— Do. ° ° - od.
Monday.— Do. ° ° . od.
tlb. Butter, | ° ° ° ° 1s. 6d.

6s. 8d.

And he put six shillings and one sixpence
and two pennies into Tom’s hand.

“My wages!” cried Tom, delighted. “My
very own money that I’ve worked for—
hurrah !”

How glad he was now that he had not
given up working at the first, because he felt