One day the broom man came down the street.
“Brooms, brooms, brooms!” called the broom man.
“Come and buy. Come and buy a broom!”
“Mother! Mother!” called Bobby and Betty. “Don’t you want to buy a broom?”
“Yes,” said Mother. “My old broom is wearing out. I need a new broom.”
Bobby called to the broom man, and he came to the back door.
Mother bought a new broom.
She paid the broom man eighty cents.
Then he went down the street calling, “Brooms, brooms, brooms!”
“Let me sweep with the new broom,” said Bobby.
Mother let Bobby sweep the back porch.
“Now it’s my turn to sweep,” said Betty.
“You may sweep the steps,” said Mother.
Betty worked very hard.
She wanted to sweep the steps clean.
“I could sweep better, Mother, if I were a little bigger,” said Betty. “I wish the broom was not so big.”
“This broom is too big for a little girl,” said Mother.
“Some day I will buy you a smaller broom.”
“Oh, thank you, Mother,” said Betty. “Buy me a little broom.”
“You shall have a little broom,” said Mother. “And tonight I will teach you and Bobby a song about broom girls who sold little brooms.”