"Just a minute," said Mr. Bullfinch. "When something is broken it has to be paid for. I think you owe me something for that record, even if you think it was cracked."
"I'll help pay for it," offered Jerry, without great enthusiasm.
"I'm saving my money to buy a space helmet," said Andy.
"Let's see," mused Mr. Bullfinch. "How are you boys at mowing lawns?"
"Not bad," said Jerry, not remembering that his mother often remarked that it was like pulling teeth to get him to mow their lawn.
"I can't mow but I can rake real good," said Andy.
"Then if you'll come over after school this afternoon and take care of my lawn, we'll call it quits," said Mr. Bullfinch. "And I owe you an apology, Jerry, for misjudging you. Sorry I had the wrong Martin boy by the ear. I hope you'll bring back that little something you've been keeping over here."
"I may at that," said Jerry.
Mr. Bullfinch looked at Andy sternly. "It's wrong to go into a house when nobody's home. Don't you let me hear of your doing that again."
"I won't," promised Andy, giving Mr. Bullfinch one of his beaming smiles that showed his dimple.