"If I am to receive but ten per cent., I have decided not to assist you in producing any more," said Frank, grimly.
"Give him twenty, Josiah—give him twenty!" fluttered the farmer's wife from her seat, again waving the umbrella. "Yeou'd better do it! Yeou'll be makin' a big thing at that."
"I s'pose I'll hev to," said the man. "All reddy now! I kin feel some more sneezes comin'."
"But twenty per cent. does not satisfy me," asserted Merry.
Josiah groaned.
"Haow much do yeou want?" he asked. "Say quick!"
"You must divide equally with me, sir."
"Waal, if I must, I must. Git reddy! Here it comes! Ker-chew! ker-chew! ker-chew-eew!"
Once more there was a shower of silver, and the hat seemed well filled.