![]() ![]() He did not stop hoping, however, and after that he folded papers for Scooter once a week while Scooter went swimming at the Y.M.C.A. Henry explained his arrangement with Scooter, and was a little disappointed when Mr. Never had any paper boy done a better job of folding papers and sure enough, just as Henry had hoped, Mr. ![]() That afternoon Henry was sure that this time he was getting closer to a paper route. Capper’s garage, and I’ll get there in time to deliver them.” “Just put them in the bag and leave them in Mr. “Sure,” said Scooter, pulling the canvas bag with “Read the printed on it off the back fender of his bicycle, and handing it to Henry. “You really mean it, Scooter?” asked Henry eagerly, even though he had been thinking of swimming at the Y. this afternoon, and I won’t have time unless I get someone to fold papers for me. Henry wanted more than anything else to be one of those boys.Īnd then one Tuesday after school Scooter McCarthy stopped Henry by the bicycle rack and said, “Say, Huggins, I’d like to go for a swim at the Y. He listened to the boys laughing and talking while they untied their bundles and counted and folded their papers. Capper’s garage on Knott Street, where the Journal truck dropped bundles of newspapers for about a dozen boys to deliver. Every afternoon after school he rode his bicycle slowly past Mr. The more Henry thought about doing something important, the more he wanted a paper route of his own. ![]()
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