"And they must have just loads of things in that big wagon."
"They must have," said Mr. Simpson.
"So if I went over there and sort of—"
"Cindy!" her father roared. "Food is given, not asked for!"
"I wasn't going to ask for any."
"No. You were just going to hint around until they gave you some."
"Dang it, Jed," Pete broke in, "we didn't really give 'em a chance to offer us any."
"So we didn't."
"If all three of us go over," Cindy suggested, "they'll have a chance."
Mr. Simpson said reluctantly, "We might find out."