“Hain’t got no objection to competition, so long’s we both git a fair start.... I wish Dad and me had some money to start right with. If we was to furnish up a store so it looked fine, why, that would go a long ways. It would make us look as if we amounted to somethin’.... We got to fix up our store somehow.” He stopped and thought a minute.
“Wonder where there’s a store this Bockers man could rent,” says he.
“Dunno,” says I. “Guess there’s one to rent, jest around the corner from yours.”
“Let’s look at it,” says he.
We walked down there and found the store. It was on a side-street, but it was all right. “Who owns it?” says Catty.
“Dunno,” says I. “But Mr. Wade ’ll know.”
“Who’s he?”
“Insurance and real estate and not’ry public,” says I.
“Let’s go and see him,” says Catty.
We went over. Mr. Wade’s office was above the bank, and we hiked up the stairs and rapped on his door.