“Well, I’ll take it.”
“Two cents,” said Juggie, prudently charging for the piece given on trial also.
As Aunt Stanshy left this enterprising trader, she heard a vigorous summons:
“Cash! cash!”
At the supper-table that night Charlie asked, “Aunty, what do you suppose we are going to have now in our club? Something at our fair, I mean?”
“A tornado.”
“No, a refreshment saloon; and the boys said they knew you would be in every day to buy something.”
“O dear!” groaned Aunt Stanshy, inwardly.
“We are going to have ice-cream, too, may be. We couldn’t afford it in summer.”
“Not in summer? Why, that’s the time when people want it most.”