So Bob trudged along, whistling a merry tune and jingling in his pocket the money his mother had given him.
"He'll be as mad as hops," he murmured, "but it can't do much harm.
He'll turn it off before much runs out."
This may seem rather a puzzle to my young readers, but if you have patience you will soon understand what Bob meant, though I hope none of you will follow his example.
As Bob walked along he met another lad about his own age.
"Hello, Bob," greeted Ted Neefus. "Where you goin'?"
"Store."
"What store?"
"Bill Hodge's."
"What fer?"
"Lard."