That very day Bobby and Betty heard the junkman calling.
“He’s coming,” cried Bobby. “The junkman is coming.”
Bobby and Betty ran to the back gate.
The junkman was driving nearer and nearer, calling, “Pa-pers! pa-pers! Any old pa-pers to sell?”
“Yes!” shouted Bobby. “We have some old papers to sell.”
“Whoa! whoa!” called the junkman to his horses.
The horses stopped at the back gate.
The junkman jumped down from his wagon.
“This way,” said Bobby.