Me and My Little Brain [antikvár]

CHAPTER ONE The Wheeler'Dealer ON THE SECOND MONDAY of September in 1897 I was sitting on top of the world. Well, to tell the truth, I wasn't actually sitting on top of the world. I just felt as if I were. I was sitting on the top rail of our corral fence watching Frank Jensen doing all my chores. It reminded me of the hundreds of times my brother Tom had sat on the corral fence watching me do all his chores. He had bamboozled me into doing his share of the work so many times that Mamma and Aunt Bertha were both astonished whenever they saw him carrying in a bucketful of coal or an armful of kindling wood. And that is why I felt as if I were sitting on top of the world. 3