“Oh, yes,” said Beechnut, “one of the greatest pleasures of life is to quarrel. We can not possibly get along, without quarrels. The only thing that we can do is to get them in as good shape as possible.”
“Have you got a pencil and paper in your shop?” continued Beechnut.
“Yes,” said Phonny.
“Bring them out to me.”
Phonny brought out a pencil and a small piece of paper, and held them up to Beechnut in the wagon.
“Now boys,” said Beechnut, “are you willing to submit this case to Mr. Wallace, for his decision?”
“Yes,” said Phonny.
“I am too,” said Stuyvesant.
“Then I’ll write a statement of it,” said Beechnut.
Beechnut accordingly placed the paper upon the seat of the wagon beside him, and began to write. In a few minutes he held up the paper and read as follows: