“What we need,” Scoop said, “is a horse and buggy.”
The faded eyes were greedy in their expression.
“Mebby I kin let you borry Romeo.”
“I hate to drive other people’s horses,” hesitated Scoop. “For I’m not a first-class driver.” Then he brightened. “I’ve got it!”
“Um.…”
“You can do the driving and we will do the peddling.”
“Um.…”
“We ought to sell at least ten dollars’ worth,” Scoop ran on, sort of letting the “ten dollars” rumble around under his tongue. It made it sound bigger. “And to pay you for driving us around in your buggy, we’ll take only ten cents out of every quarter.”
“Um.…”
“We’ll be here a few minutes after four. So be sure and have Romeo hitched up. For we don’t want to waste any time.”