“What of it?”
“D-don’t b’lieve he’s got many. Just his regular stock.”
“But he’s spoiled our sale, anyhow.”
Mark shook his head. “Maybe so—but we’ll see. Got some friends we can depend on? Grown-up folks?”
“There’s Uncle Ike Bond—and I’ll bet Chet Weevil and Chancy Miller ’d do ’most anything for us, with the beauty contest going on.”
“G-good,” says Mark. “Who else?”
“Dad,” says Binney.
“My dad, too,” says Tallow.
“F-fine. Need more, though.”
We thought up a dozen folks and Mark asked us to run to see them and find out if they would come to the Bazar just a minute. He said to tell them it was important.