"Yes, but nobody charges for ice," said Alex.
"Well, of course, if you know of any one who has nice ice to give away, that's the place to get it," said Bob, "but if you want ice from Brookside, you better let us know soon, because three or four people are asking for the full cutting of the pond, and, of course, we want to fill our own icehouse first, and after that—first come, first served."
"You had better hold it for us, Bob, until I find out."
"You'll have to make up your mind whether you want it or not; there's the telephone—call up your father and see what he says."
After a few minutes talk with his father, Alex came out of the office and said:
"We'll take it, Bob. Put us down for the first cutting after you get your own off. I think it will take a full cutting of the entire pond to fill our icehouse. There's another thing I was going to ask you about, too. Could we have Tony a while to help us with some concrete work?"
"What are you going to build, Alex?" asked Bob.
"Oh, we want to make some concrete fence posts, and fence in our property. Since father sold the sixty-acre farm to the First National Bank we thought we'd improve the remaining hundred and forty by putting up a wire fence on concrete posts."
"You'd have to put up a shed and get some moulds and all that sort of thing," said Bob. "Why not let us sell you posts?"
"Will you sell us some?" asked Alex.