“Six dollars and three cents, and we need ten!”
“Seeing what a very good friend your father is, I’ll let you have them for that,” said the owner of the kids.
“What?” they chorussed, their eyes dancing at the proposal.
“Just right! six dollars and three cents and you own two kids.”
“Aren’t they fine?” said Harry, eyeing the kids with supreme satisfaction. “Count out the money, Tom, and we’ll take them home with us.”
Two happier boys never turned into the Treat drive than Tom and Harry that Saturday noon.
Mr. Treat had come in from the fields, and Mrs. Treat was fretting because her sons were not on hand ready for dinner, and went to the front veranda to watch for their appearing.
“I want to know what those boys are up to now. Father, come out here this minute. Is it goats those lads are carrying?”
“Looks like it to me,” returned her husband with a silent chuckle.