Soon Sammy heard a band and saw some "Milingtary," as he called them, approaching. The sight of the soldiers with their guns awed him, yet he followed the procession to a grove, where there was more music and also speechmaking. He listened to the orations with wide-open mouth, until he suddenly lost interest when a bit of banana skin was thrown at him, landing directly in the opening.
"Wah!" he spluttered. "Who threw thet skin at me?"
He could not find the offender and so roamed around the grove, presently halting before a temporary stand filled with things to eat. He now discovered that he was tremendously hungry.
"Snathers take the expense," he muttered to himself. "I'm a-goin' to have something to eat if it breaks me." He had brought along a lunch from home, but had forgotten it on the train.
He approached the stand and looked the stock of eatables over.
"What's the price o' them bananas, mister?" he asked.
"Two cents each."
"Well, I suppose if I take two you'll let me have 'em fer three cents."
"Couldn't do it."
"Well, who cares, anyway? It's only four cents. Let me have two."