"No."
Mun Bun thought for a few seconds while the smiling Italian man, with the whistling wagon, looked at the two little Bunkers hanging on Aunt Jo's gate.
"Please go 'way!" said Mun Bun. "We hasn't got any five cents for your hot peanuts."
"No gotta five cents?" asked the Italian.
"No," and Mun Bun shook his head.
"An' we like peanuts," added Margy. "If you've any left over you could give us some."
"Hot peanuts—five a bag!" said the peddler in a sort of sing-song voice.
"Please go 'way!" begged Mun Bun again. "They smells awful good, but we hasn't got any five centies!"
"Maybe you go in th' house, li'l' boy, you get money," the Italian went on.
Margy looked at Mun Bun and Mun Bun looked at Margy.