any more. So you must be careful not to spend these foolishly."

The little fellow ran into the street. He heard the pennies jingle in
his pocket. How rich he was!

Boston is now a great city, but at that time it was only a little town.
There were not many stores.

As Benjamin ran down the street, he wondered what he should buy. Should
he buy candy? He hardly knew how it tasted. Should he buy a pretty
toy? If he had been the only child in the family, things might have
been different. But there were fourteen boys and girls older than he,
and two little sisters who were younger.

What a big family it was! And the father was a poor man. No wonder the
lad had never owned a toy.

He had not gone far when he met a larger boy, who was blowing a
whistle.

"I wish I had that whistle," he said.

The big boy looked at him and blew it again. Oh, what a pretty sound
it made!

"I have some pennies," said Benjamin. He held them in his hand, and
showed them to the boy. "You may have them, if you will give me the
whistle." "All of them?"

"Yes, all of them."