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Show JommV Iioi 6-' ) A BaifiamKerr ff OMMV-'l'lttlT," cbrlstenie "" Thomas Tratwood Blrney, n aprawled on the table at "j his father's elliow. He mi f" eii-a''il In printing some 1, i ng which be carried y (A 't Willi him. "It's at I fA i I hard Job, ain't i' ' Vf il uiy? But I fnaai fentle binns V lo do It anyway, don't wel ' it ihnt, Hir Thotnu?" Baked lis father, glancing up from his book "Why, fhe New Year reselutim thin" atiMvered Tommy as be labo I'lously put on some llnlshlng touch "I'retty big word, that. What BbOBl It?" "Yep, but then I don't say It much It's sort of like n bet. You bet you do or ou bet you don't. An' I'm going bO bet I do." And Tommy closed bis boot on I little fat finger nnd cllmhi'd on Ills father' knee "And what Is It you're betting you'll do, Busterklns?" smiled his father, rumpling up the hoy's brown curls The child was unusually serious; he looked Intently nt his father. "I'm going to see about getting a lndy for Our home, daddy. I'm ro tired being wlvout one. I I want a muvvcr, dad dy a mower l so handy." And tr as he might to make his declarnlloi' cty matter of fnct, Tommy-Trot' chin quivered nnd he hid his face on his father's shoulder. Mr. Blrney laid aside tils pipe ami for a full long minute said nothing "So thut's your New Year's resolution. |