The receipt was soon made out, the money paid and the receipt in Dick's pocket.
"I'll either come for the wagon myself, or send one of the other fellows," Dick promised. "If I send for it I'll also send a written order."
"I hope you boys will have a pleasant time this summer," chirped Mr. Titmouse, who, though he had been badly out-generaled in the trade, had at least the satisfaction of knowing that there was some money in his pocket that had come to him by sheer good luck.
"We're going to try to have the finest good time that a crowd of fellows ever had," Dick replied, after nodding his thanks. "I've missed that car, and shall have quite a little wait."
"Perhaps you'd like to sit under a tree and eat a few apples," suggested Mr. Titmouse.
Dick was about to accept the invitation with thanks when Mr. Titmouse added:
"I've a lot of fine summer apples I gathered yesterday. I'll let you have three for five cents."
This attempt at petty trade, almost in the guise of hospitality, struck Dick as being so utterly funny that he could not help laughing outright.
"Thank you, Mr. Titmouse," he replied. "I don't believe I'll eat any apples just now."
"I might make it four for a nickel," coaxed the little man, "if you agree not to pick out the largest apples."