6. My Grampa’s Wallet

6/My Grampa's Wallet I kept my pen in my pocket the whole rest of the day. I didn't want people to see it. Or else they might tattletale to Mrs. And she would make me take it to the Lost and Found. I behaved myself very good. 'Cause I didn't want to 'tract 'tention, that's why. I kept my hand in my pocket so my pen would not fall out. Also, I kept thinking about my mittens. 'Cause I still missed those furry guys. I put my head down on my table. "Maybe my grampa Miller might buy me some more furry mittens," I whispered. "'Cause that would be a perfect solution, I

think." I raised up my head. "Hey, yeah! Then I would have wonderful new mittens, plus a wonderful new pen. And so what more can a girl ask for? That's what I'd like to know!" I sat up in my chair and tapped on Lucille. "Guess what, Lucille? Maybe my grampa Frank Miller might buy me some new mittens. And then all my troubles will be over." Lucille said whoop-de-do for me. "I know it is whoop-de-do," I said real thrilled. "And so, thank you for your support." After school, me and my bestest friend named Grace rode the bus together. I runned home from my corner like a

speedy bullet. My grampa Frank Miller was babysitting my brother named Ollie. "GRAMPA FRANK MILLER! GRAMPA FRANK MILLER! WE GOTTA GO TO THE MITTEN STORE! WE GOTTA GO TO THE MITTEN STORE!" I hollered real loud. Grampa Frank Miller was in the living room rocking Ollie. He looked funny at me. "Go where?" he asked.

"TO THE MITTEN STORE! TO THE MITTEN STORE! WE GOTTA GO TO THE MITTEN STORE!" I pulled on his hand. "GET UP! GET UP! LET'S GET A WIGGLE ON!" Grampa Miller looked confused at me. That's how come I had to sit down. And I told him what happened at school. "Someone stoled my mittens," I said. "They stoled them while I was being Brownie. And I didn't even know there were crooks at that place." Grampa Frank Miller shook his head very sad. "I guess you can find crooks almost anywhere, honey," he said. "I know it," I told him. "That's how come I'm never going to see those furry guys again.

And so you and me have to go to the mitten store." I felt in his back pocket. Then I danced around real thrilled. "Hurray!" I shouted. "Hurray for your big fat wallet! 'Cause you got cash in there. Right, Grampa? Right? Right?" Grampa Frank Miller laughed. "Yes, I do. I've got cash all right," he said. "But I'm afraid we won't be able to buy you more mittens. The mittens I bought you were the only furry ones they had left. I bought the very last pair." Just then, all the happy went right out of me. 'Cause I didn't actually count on this terrible development. "Yeah, only we have to, Grampa. We have to buy more furry mittens. Or else what will I even do?"

Grampa Miller ruffled my hair. "Did you look in the Lost and Found at school?" he asked. I did a sad breath. "Yeah, only that dumb thing doesn't work that good. 'Cause people don't always turn stuff in." I patted my new pen in my pocket. "Trust me on this," I said real soft. "Well, your mittens could still turn up," he said. "Folks will surprise you sometimes." Then he told me a story about his wallet. "A few years ago I lost my wallet at the mall. I was sure I would never ever see it again," he said. I bobbed my head up and down. "I know it. That's because of Finders keepers, losers weepers," I said. "Finders keepers, losers weepers is the rule. Right, Grampa?" Grampa Miller smiled.