She put up the order and sent the money whizzing to the cash clerk, handing the bag to Marilla.
“What’s that thing like a railroad for?” asked Jack, keeping his eyes upon it.
“That carries the money.”
“Gee! I wish I had one at home!”
The change came back. Marilla opened the bag to put it in and used both hands. Jack was off like a flash, turning here and there through the aisles. Clear down to the end of the store was a toy department. Marilla was almost up to him when he grabbed a handful of toys and ran on.
“Oh, do please stop him!” she cried to the clerk.
Two or three joined the chase. Finding they were gaining on him he threw down the articles and stamped furiously upon them. 26
“What is all this row?” asked the floor walker.
“The little boy snatched the toys and ran,” said the young clerk.
“Oh, Jack, how could you!” cried Marilla.