This Isaac I speak of was a lazy boy, and very unkind to me; but his mother wouldn't hear a word against him.

One day I brushed a traveller's coat, and got a silver quarter for my trouble.

I thought everything of that quarter.

I had never had so much money before in my life.

I had half a mind to put it in the Savings Bank; 'and who knows,' thought I, 'but I can add more to it, one of these days, and buy my time.'" "Why, Miss Polly, I didn't know you could _buy_ time!" "But you knew you could throw it away, I suppose," said Polly, with a sad smile.