Why, she's a real grown-up woman, and could have
tea-parties and make molasses candy every day if she wanted to! I don't
believe she wants anything, unless it's ban--bananas--whatever that is.
I heard her say she'd like some, this morning."
"Bandanas?" questioned Tommy, with brightening eyes.
"Y-e-s, I guess so," answered Nannie, rather doubtfully.
"Ho! I know what they are as well as anything. Why, they're silk
handkerchiefs--red and yellow, with spots on 'em."
Nannie's hand dived into her small pocket, and re-appeared with two
nickels and a copper.
"Do you guess I could buy one at Carney's store for 'leven cents?
'Cause I haven't got any more."
"I s'pose so. Why, yes; handkerchiefs a'nt much 'count, you know. I
always lose mine--only they a'nt bandanas. I guess women-folks think
more about 'em, though," said Tommy, with the air of one superior to
such trifles.
Nannie was convinced, and started from her seat with a little sigh of
relief.
"I'll go and buy her one, then. And I think you're a pretty good boy,
Tommy Grey," she added, gratefully, as she trudged down the road,
leaving Tommy to take up his whistling and his homeward route again.
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