“Four; an’ thousands of ’em showed up after you fellers went away, but me an’ Towser didn’t have time to get many. It was awful hard work to tan the skins. Say, where do you s’pose I could sell ’em? I kinder ’lowed to buy mother an’ father a present with what I got for the fur, an’ spent so much last night I don’t know but it’ll take all I’ve got to see me through. It’s dreadful expensive goin’ ’round the city, ain’t it?”
“I reckon you can sell ’em at the fur stores on Broadway,” Tom replied. “The folks there buy all kind of sich things, an’ we’ll see ’em to-morrow. I s’pose you count on gettin’ a pretty good price?”
“I’d be willin’ to take a dollar apiece, if they couldn’t pay any more; but these are awful big skins. It seems as if the lot oughter fetch five dollars anyhow.”
Neither of the young gentlemen from Baker’s Court was very well informed as to the value of fur; and since they had never seen a woodchuck, no idea of the market-price could be formed.
However, both were positive such pelts would sell readily, and with this assurance Josiah was content.
CHAPTER VI.
A THEATRE PARTY.
Again Tom remembered that it was necessary his mother should be informed of the long-expected visitor’s arrival, and he said impatiently:—
“Come on, let’s go to the house now, or the folks will think you ain’t comin’.”
Bill Foss was obliged to attend to his regular business, and left the party as they started up town.
While the boys walked hurriedly on in the direction of Baker’s Court, Josiah was suddenly reminded of a very important duty, and exclaimed as he halted in a convenient door-way:—