“Well, we’ll eat enough to-day to square the account. He’ll think he’s run up ag’inst a cyclone.”
“Yaw, we vill done dot, Efy. You haf a greadt headt on me, ain’d id!”
“Well, if I can settle the score that way, I won’t kick,” said Merry. “Is Nellie at home, Jack?”
“Yes, she went home to get dinner. You know one of us has to stay here and keep the shop open. We take turns getting dinner. She will have it all ready when you get there, but she may not have enough, for she won’t know anyone is coming with you.”
“I’ll fix that all right,” said Frank. “There is a restaurant on the corner, and I can get all kinds of stuff there to take out.”
“Can’t yeou shut up to-day an’ come with us, Mister Norton?” asked Ephraim.
“Yaw,” put in Hans, “shust haf der shop shut you up und come along us mit.”
“I’d like to do it,” said the lame lad, “but it might hurt my business, and I believe in looking after one’s business before anything else. Frank has taught me that.”
“He’s alwus teachin’ somebody somethin’,” muttered the Vermonter.
Slam!—open flew the door. Bounce!—in popped a lively boy in a neat suit of clothes.