Mark just looked at him. It was enough. You could see how disgusted he was, and I can tell you Binney kept pretty quiet after that.
“We’ll auction old stuff,” says Mark. “There’s l-l-lots of things here nobody could sell any other way. Whatever we get out of them ’ll be clear gain.”
So we went to rummaging, and the mess of things we found was enough to make you blink. We took all the rest of the day for that. Next morning Mark had us clean tables up in front. About eleven o’clock we got that part pretty well done.
“Now,” says Mark, “we got to advertise.”
“How?” says I. “We hain’t got money to spend in the paper, and, besides, it don’t come out till the auction’s over.”
“L-lots of ways,” says Mark. “Binney, can you get your pa’s horse?”
“I guess so,” says Binney.
“And the spring wagon?”
“Sure.”
“All right, then. Now come on.”