“Of course; that’s what bands are for. When they don’t play, nobody pays any attention to them,” declared the girl.
“They have to get their breaths, once in awhile,” suggested Ed.
“Let ’em do it when they’re not parading, then. You can’t expect us to pay ’em to breathe,” said Becky.
“We have money,” said Doris, with dignity, thinking it time to interfere. “What is your lowest price?”
The leader looked at her in surprise.
“You’re in earnest?” he demanded.
“Of course!” they cried in a chorus.
“How many men do you want?”
“All you’ve got,” said Don; “and they must wear their new uniforms.”
“We’ve twelve men, altogether, and when we’re hired for an afternoon we get three dollars apiece.”