“And I have eighty-six. Let’s ask the man.”
So Dick stepped up to the auctioneer, and said:
“Could you auction up that other wax lady, sir?”
“That one, kid? Why, she’s no good.”
“Not for a shopman, I know, but—if she didn’t cost so much, we’d like to have her.”
“You would! Well, you’re two pretty nice little children, suppose I give her to you?”
Dick hesitated. It seemed too great a favour, and beside he wanted the fun of bidding.
“Well, you see,” he said, “I think we’d rather pay, if it isn’t too much, because,—you see,—we want to do that calling out.”
“Oho! You want the real auctioneering game, do you? Well, I’ll have her put up.”
The auctioneer was a jolly, good-natured man, and as his task was about over, he felt inclined to humour the children.