"Goodness gracious me! Haven't five cents! Why, Eunice, you
must have!"

"But I haven't, I tell you! I can't see Alvord, and Gus is too
far to call to. Go over there, boy, to that chauffeur with the
leather coat--he'll pay you."

"No, thanky mum! I've had that dodge tried afore! Pity a grand
dame like you can't scare up a nickel! Want to work a poor
newsie! Shame for ya, lady!"

"Hush your impudence, you little wretch!" cried Aunt Abby.
"Here, Eunice, help me get my purse. It's in my inside coat
pocket--under the rug--there, see if you can reach it now."

Aunt Abby tried to extricate herself from the motor rug that had
been tucked all too securely about her, and failing in that,
endeavored to reach into her pocket with her gloved hand, and
became hopelessly entangled in a mass of fur, chiffon scarf and.
eyeglass chain.

"I can't get at my purse, Eunice; there's no use trying," she
wailed, despairingly. "Let us have the paper, my boy, and come
back here when the owner of this car comes and he'll give you a
quarter."

"Yes--he will!" shouted the lad, and he'll give me a di'mon' pin
an' a gold watch! I'd come back, willin' enough, but me root
lays the other way, an' I must be scootin' or I'll miss the hull
show. Sorry!" The boy, who had no trouble in finding customers