Sube brightened up at once. "Let's go do it now," he suggested.
"Ya-a-ah! I've done it!"
"Gee, I'd like to been there to heard you. What'd she say?"
"Oh,—she didn't say so much," replied Gizzard importantly. "She took it all right."
"There wasn't much left to say," muttered Sube. "She'd said it all to me."
"Well," Gizzard sighed, "she did say we'd got to take this stuff back. But"—he added in a lower tone—"she didn't say nuthin' 'bout the dough. How much was they, anyway?"
Sube glanced cautiously about before he answered, "Twenty dollars and seventeen cents!"
Gizzard's jaw fell. "Gosh all hemlock!" he gasped. "What'll we ever do with it?"
Sube shook his head hopelessly. "Dern'd if I know," he muttered.
"Where'd you put it?"