She said nothing was for sale.

She wrapped up the suit and placed the package in my arms, saying, "That's for you, Jimmy." I raced home and climbed into the attic of our little four-dollar-a-month cottage, and in the stifling heat under the low roof I changed my clothes.

Then I proudly climbed down to show my blue suit to my mother.

"Where did you get those clothes, James ?" she asked gravely.
I told her about Miss Foraker.
"Did you work for them ?" "No; everything is free," I said.
Mother told me to take the suit off.

I went to the attic, blinking a tear out of my eyes, and changed into my old rags again.