“You’ve said it,” replied the boy. “But,” he added, grinning, as the electric sloped down into the Subway, “this is the first time it ever traveled underground.”
Wendell nearly bounced from his seat. “Say!” he almost yelled. “What’ll you take for that aeroplane?”
“Don’t want to sell it,” said the boy. “I just got it.”
“But if you should sell it,” persisted Wendell.
“But I ain’t a-goin’ to sell it,” said the freckle-faced boy.
“But if you ever should want to sell it,” reiterated Wendell. “Say, there’s something, you know, you’d rather have.”
“Well, I don’t know. What, f’r instance?”
“I’ll give you anything you like for it,” offered Wendell, who was rapidly formulating a plan in his mind. “Wouldn’t you like a gun, now?”
“I’ve got a gun,” said the boy.
“Don’t you want a dog?” pleaded Wendell.