“I surely can,” exclaimed Lucas. “You hop right in.”
“No. We want to know what you will charge first–for us and the things at the depôt?”
“Not a big load; air they?” queried Lucas, doubtfully. “You know the hill’s some steep.”
Lyddy enumerated the packages, Lucas checking them off with nods.
“I see,” he said. “We kin take ’em all. You hop in—”
But ’Phemie was pulling the skirt of her sister’s jacket and Lyddy said:
“No. We have some errands to do. We’ll meet you up the street. That is your way home?” and she indicated the far end of Market Street.
“And what will you charge us?”
“Not more’n a dollar, Miss,” he said, grinning. “I wouldn’t ax ye nothin’; but this is dad’s team and when I git a job like this he allus expects his halvings.”