"There 's got to be a new deal to me in this world pretty soon," said
Wesley, "or I shall kick."
I found him among the clam flats, leaning his spent and hopeless being
on his rake.
"What is it, Wesley?"
"Belle O'Neill got me to help her set a trap to ketch a mink and a fox;
she said we should git two dollars apiece; and we caught--we caught
Miss Pray's tom-cat!"
Wesley rubbed his grimy hand across his eyes.
"She scolded awful and told us to go down to the clam flats and not to
come home till we'd got two bushels o' clams for the hens. Fast as I
get a roller full and go over and emp'y 'em on the bank the crows come
'n' eat 'em up--look a' there!"