“Grrrrrr!” said Mr. Harriman again. “So you want me to come to your show, do you? Haven’t been to a show for forty years! No good! Silly!”
“Ours isn’t,” declared Helen, suddenly finding her voice. “Our entertainment is perfectly splendid!”
“Perfectly splendid!” mimicked Mr. Harriman. “Sounds just like a woman! All alike, regardless of age. Grrrrrr!”
“You will come, won’t you?” asked Rosanna. “Please do! You see it is only a nickel if you do not think it is worth more.”
“A great many persons are going to pay a quarter,” hinted Helen.
“All right, all right!” said Mr. Harriman. “You are less objectionable than most children. I will come if I can remember it.”
“Suppose I come after you?” suggested Rosanna, remembering what she had said to Helen about getting Mr. Harriman if she had to come after him.
“All right, all right! Let it go at that! I know your sex! You will forget all about your agreement by the time you reach the next corner. If you come after me, I will go to your show. In the Hargrave barn, eh? Anything to sit on, or shall I bring a chair?”
“No, sir; Uncle Robert has fixed seats and everything. And I will come for you quite early because I have to be there doing my part.”