"No. Who'd you get to run the stand, Theo?"

"Carrots."

"Theodore Bryan--you _didn't_!" exclaimed Jimmy, in such a tragictone, that Theo almost laughed outright. His amusement was the laststraw to Jimmy. He burst into a storm of scornful blame in the midstof which Theo quietly stepped into his chamber and shut the door, leavingJimmy to fume and storm as much as he chose. That brought the boy tohimself. He began to cool down and to remember, that after all, thestand belonged to Theodore, and he had a right to do as he pleasedwith it. So after standing in the hall, kicking at the banisters for awhile, to relieve his feelings, Jimmy knocked at the closed door andin response to Theo's "come in," he went in, in a somewhat calmerstate of mind.

"What you goin' to do in the mornin', Theo?" he began, in a subduedtone.

"Have you been to the stand, Jim?"

"Yes, an' that scamp after he'd sold all the stuff went to work an'auctioned off the dishes an' coffee-urn an' everything. Just skinnedthe place out slick," Jimmy burst out, indignantly. "I went 'round tosee where the baskets was, an' some fellers told me all about it. Theysaid 'twas a black-headed chap done it, but I _couldn't_ b'lieveyou'd be green 'nough to trust that Carrots. Say, Theo, did youre'ely think he'd do the square thing, by you?"

"Not much. I hoped he would an' I had to give him a chance, Jimmy?"

"Why'd you have to?" asked Jimmy, curiously.

"Where would I be now if somebody hadn't given me a chance, Jimmy?"