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was room for all of the twins’ outgrown baby stuff.
    Jessie’s mom came out to the garage to help the girls price the clothes. “Don’t ask too much. What you want to do is get rid of these things and put them into the hands of people who can really use them”. She carried some children’s hangers that they used to display little coats and snowsuits on hooks above the shelves.
    Together the three of them decided on prices for the items and wrote amounts on stickers. After everything was priced, they stood back and admired their little store.
    “I’m proud of you two,” said Jessie’s mom. “This looks so good and the prices will be hard to resist.”
    Mr. Hanson came into the garage carrying Phillip in his yellow footie pajamas and blue robe. He lifted a small space heater from a high shelf and set it by the entry. “Don’t want you to freeze while your business is open.” He took Phillip off to bed.
    As they closed the door and went inside, Jessie’s mother reminded them, “Be sure to keep the toy money separate. Phillip is going shopping.”

Chapter Nine
    That night Jessie slept badly. Thoughts were whirling in her head. I have to watch who comes to the garage sale. Will I recognize suspicious people? She finally drifted off to sleep when she decided that anyone she didn’t recognize would be suspicious since she knew almost everyone in town.
    When she woke up, Phillip was standing by her bed. “Here.” He pushed a pile of toys onto her blanket. “But, Phillip,” Jessie said. “You still play with these toys. You might want to keep them.” She picked up a favorite Teddy Bear. “You shouldn’t give Teddy away. He’s your best friend.”
    He took the bear and hugged it. “Okay.”
    “I know. “We’ll have another garage sale next year and you can give away stuff you don’t want then.” She kissed him. “But never Teddy. Okay?”
    “Okay,” he said.
    Jessie hopped out of bed. “Help me make my bed and then we’ll get you dressed. We have some selling to do.”
    * * *
    After breakfast, Jessie checked out the garage display to make sure everything was ready. Oh no, we don’t have any money for change.
    Her mother was in the kitchen. “Mom, what should we do for change in the money box?”
    “I’ll drive to the grocery store and get change. You watch Phillip.” Her mother hurried out the front door.
    Jessie guided Phillip into the living room and settled him on the floor with a wood puzzle. “Can you be real quiet while I practice the piano?”
    He didn’t answer her.
    Jessie sat down at the piano and started playing scales. Mrs. Livingston, her teacher, was out of town for a week but Jessie had a lesson the following Saturday. If she didn’t practice every day, Mrs. Livingston would know right away. Her teacher always said, “Every day, Jessie. Not all at once the day before your lesson.”
    Jessie was making real progress on the keyboard. She could play all the scales quickly now and cover four octaves in each key. She finished the scales and opened a book to a piece she was working on. Phillip was still engrossed in his puzzle. This was her first music by Beethoven. I cannot believe I get to play Beethoven already. Even though it’s pretty simple and short. Her mother came in the front door and stamped snow off her boots . Both Jessie and Phillip jumped up and ran to her.
    She handed Jessie a brown paper bag. “Here’s thirty dollars in change.”
    Jessie took the bag to the garage. She opened the cigar box and arranged the bills in piles of like denominations. Then she went into the kitchen, took a plastic bowl from the cupboard, returned to the garage and placed the coins in it. Her mother had set a smaller box on the table and labeled it “Toy Money,” for Phillip’s sales.
    In the hallway by the door she found her father dressing Phillip in his leggings and parka.
    “Are you taking him somewhere?”
    “Yep,” said her dad. “We’re going sledding and then out to