‘Nothing! It’s an apple! I can see it. Now listen Tom. Those apples are not for you, and I’
‘Oh Aunt Polly! Quick-look behind you!’
So Aunt Polly looked. and Tom was out of the house in a second. She laughed quietly. ‘I never learn. I love that Tom, my dead sister’s child, but he isn’t an easy boy for an old lady. Well, it’s Saturday tomorrow and there’s no school. But it isn’t going to be a holiday for Tom. Oh no! He’s going to work tomorrow!’
Saturday was a beautiful day. It was summer and the sun was hot and there were flowers in all the gardens. It was a day for everybody to be happy.
Tom came out of his house with a brush and a big pot of white paint in his hand. He looked at the fence; it was three metres high and thirty metres long. He put his brush in the paint and painted some of the fence.