“Art you Wort Wentworth?” asked Will.
“Yes.”
“I have some candy for you.”
Here the apothecary displayed various long, dainty sticks of candy, exceedingly toothsome in their looks. There were checkerberry-pipe and licorice-pipe and sassafras-pipe, and—how Wort’s eyes did glisten and his mouth water as he imagined the different kinds there!
Will did not forget, to Charlie’s joy, that another boy present had also several sweet teeth. Having sweetened up Wort’s disposition, Will said,
“You and Charlie will now do me a favor, won’t you?”
“I will,” said Charlie, eagerly, who had great admiration for the apothecary, but might possibly have been moved also by great love for his candy.
“And I will,” said Wort, determined not to be outdone by Charlie.
“Well, now, the club that has been broken is going to be mended, and you two will forgive and forget, wont you?”
“I will,” declared Charlie, promptly.