"I want to see it! I want to see
the show! I've 'leven cents! The lady in the hotel gave it to me!"
"No, you can't go in now!" said Bert firmly, as he kept hold of his
little brother's hand. "Mother want you. She didn't like it because
you ran away. We thought maybe you fell out the window."
"But I didn't!" cried Freddie. "I came down in the levelator, and I
want to see the show."
"Not now," said Bert kindly, as he led Freddie out of the crowd.
"Mother is going to take us all down town to buy things."
"But I want to see the show!" insisted Freddie, and he was going to
cry, Bert feared, when there appeared, out in front of the hotel, an
Italian with a hurdy-gurdy.
Freddie was always ready to look at something like this, and soon he
was in the crowd listening to the man grind out the tunes.
"I'm going to give him this penny," said Freddie, showing the coins
the chambermaid had given him. "I'll keep the ten cents, and maybe I
can get another penny to go to the movies. But I'll give the man this
one.
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