He decided to get the candy first, for he rather hoped the marshmallows would be sold by the pound. If they were in a paper bag, he argued, there would be no harm in eating one or two.
Alas, the marshmallows came in pound tins and the shopkeeper gave Artie three tins so tightly sealed and wrapped that a burglar could not have opened them and left no trace.
Artie went on to the post-office and there, waiting for the letters to be sorted, was Carrie Pepper.
"Hello, Artie," she greeted him. "Mercy, what's that you are carrying? Eggs?"
"No," said Artie, always ready to give information, especially when asked. "No, I haven't any eggs. These are marshmallows."
Carried looked as though she rather expected him to offer her one.
"They're in a box and sealed up, so I can't offer you any," Artie explained. "Anyway, they're for to-night."
"What are you going to do to-night?" asked Carrie curiously.
"Have a beach party down in front of our house," Artie replied. "Ella Mooney is coming."
Carrie said "Oh!" and just then the little wooden shutter at the post-office window went up with a bang and the postmaster began to distribute the mail. Artie had a small sheaf of letters and papers to take back with him and he did not see Carrie again.