"I wouldn't wonder if I'd make fifteen cents some days," she remarked later at the supper table.
"If you make ten, you'll be doin' well, an' you and Lafe'll probably bust open with joy if you do," snapped Peg. "Oh, Lord, I'm gettin' sick to my stomick hearin' you folks brag. Go to bed now, kid, if you're to work to-morrow."
Jinnie fell asleep to dream that her hand was full of pennies, and her pockets running over with nickels. She was just stooping to pick up some money from the sidewalk when Peg's voice pierced her ear, "Kid," said she, "it's mornin', an' your first workin' day. Now hurry your lazy bones an' get dressed."