“Couldn’t it be moved?” persisted Joyce. “They move houses even bigger than that. I’ve seen them.”
“Aw, yes, she could be moved. A course she could be moved ef you had a place to put her.”
“I will get a place,” said Joyce decidedly. “What will you sell the building for?”
The men looked at one another nonplussed:
“I guess we’d take five bucks apiece, wouldn’t we, Tom?” said the older of the men winking slowly.
“Sure,” said Tom. “But she’s gotta get outta here this arternoon.”
Joyce looked anxiously about her as if she hoped to find a bit of handy land close by:
“How much time have I?” she asked. “I’ll have to hunt a place. I’m sure there’s one somewhere. Do you know where I could get a mover?”
The men grew interested. She really meant business. Well, five bucks was five bucks of course, and if she really wanted the house, why they didn’t mind earning double money and getting a bit of a rest in the bargain. They looked at each other again, a long meaningful glance:
“I guess Sam would fix her up, wouldn’t he, Tom? I guess he wouldn’t overcharge her for movin’, would he? He’s got the big jacks along today, ain’t he? An’ she ain’t very big—”