Part 7 (1/2)

”When ye goin'?” asked the girl.

”Day after to-morrow.”

”What'll ye pay?” was the next bluntly put question.

Laura told her the weekly wage Mrs. Pendleton had guaranteed. Although Lizzie Bean's face was well nigh expressionless at all times, the girls saw at once that something was wrong.

”I dunno,” said Liz, slowly. ”I have worked mighty cheap in my life--and I ain't got no job when I leave here--an' I gotter eat. But that _does_ seem a _naw_-ful little wages.”

”Why! I think that is real liberal,” declared Jess, with some warmth.

Liz eyed her again coldly. ”You must ha' worked awful cheap in your life,” she said.

”I know,” Laura explained, quietly, laying an admonitory hand upon her chum's arm, ”You know, that is what you will receive each week.”

”What's _that_?” demanded Liz, with a jump, ”Say that again, will ye?”

”We will pay you that sum weekly,” repeated Laura.

”Say--say it by the month!” gasped the lean girl, her eyes showing more surprise than Laura had thought them capable of betraying.

Laura did as she was requested. A slow, faint grin dawned on Liz Bean's narrow countenance.

”I been useter gittin' paid by the month--and sometimes not _then_.

Some ladies has paid me so little for helpin' them that I wisht they'd paid me only every _three_ months, so's 'twould sound bigger!

”I gotter take ye up before somebody pinches me.”

”Pinches you? What do you mean?” asked Jess, doubtfully.

”I don't want to wake up,” declared Liz. ”I never got so much money since I was turned adrift when my a'nt died. Don't _you_ wake up, neither, and forgit to pay me!”

”I promise not to do that,” laughed Laura. ”Then you'll come with us?”

”If I don't break an arm,” declared Lizzie Bean, with emphasis.

They told her how to meet them at the dock, and the hour they expected to start. ”And bring your oldest clothes,” warned Jess.

”What's that?” demanded Liz.

”We just about live in old clothes--or in a bathing suit--in camp,”

explained Laura.

”Bless your heart!” exclaimed Liz. ”I ain't never had nothin' but old clo'es. Been wearin' hand-me-downs ever since I can remember.”

”My goodness gracious!” said Jess, and she and Laura hurried off for school. ”Did you ever see such an uncouth creature? I don't wonder Billy Long says she's cracked.”

”I don't know about her being cracked, as you call it,” laughed Laura.

”Just because she's queer is no proof that she is an imbecile. You know the old parody on 'Lives of Great Men All Remind Us,' don't you?”