Today is Tuesday.
The girls made long faces when they heard Mama asked them to help her do some chores. Mama told them the work was not that much and they would have enough time to play. Mama was right. They finished their household chores quickly and then they had nothing to play again. Charlotte suggested to go to Papa's shop because there must had been many peddlers there. The peddlers were their good friends. All the girls agreed. A small group of peddlers had been there. They were Polack, a heavy and broad and Polish-faced man; Joe, an always talking lively and swarthy Italian; Picklenose, a sympathetic man with a pickle-shaped wart on his bulbous and fleshy nose; and Charlie, a tall, lanky, handsome, blond and blue-eyedman with who was a good deal younger than the other peddlers. Charlie was Papa's best friend. It was rumored that he came from a wealthy family and was well educated. There were many rumors about him, but none of them was proved to be true.
