"Please let them come," urged Jerry's mother. "I am so happy that I
can't bear to think of them being so terribly disappointed. And Gary's
pleasure would be spoiled knowing they were here at home while the rest
of you were at the circus."

"It does seem hard-hearted," Mrs. Mullarkey relented, "but Danny knows
he can't pick on Jerry and not suffer for it. They can go to the circus,
but I'll leave it to them what they shall do as a reminder that they
mustn't pick on Jerry again. Danny, what will you do?"

Danny hesitated a moment and then said without a tremor:

"Jerry can have all my marbles and I'll feed his white rabbit for him
all summer."

"Not _all_ your marbles?" queried Jerry, knowing what a pang it must
have cost Danny voluntarily to decide to part with all his agates and
glassies and pee-wees and commies and steelies.

"Yes," said Mrs. Mullarkey, "every last one. Now, Celia Jane, stop your
crying and tell us what you will do."

"I'll sweep the kitchen every day and do dishes without grumbling,"
Celia Jane sniffled, while Danny was off upstairs at a run.

"That will remind you to be more careful," said Mrs. Mullarkey, "and
remember you are to work willingly, without any grumbling."

"I will, Mother," sobbed the girl.