The thin face showed disappointment.
“How much did you sell?”
“Two full boxes and a separate cake,” informed Scoop. “Here’s your twenty cents out of the [[75]]fifty cents that we got for the two boxes. We’ll split the dime fifty-fifty.”
“Poor,” complained the old man, giving us a dark, dissatisfied look. “Awful poor. Evidently you boys hain’t as smart as I took you to be. Fur I figured that you’d sell at least ten boxes.”
“Give us time,” said Scoop. “We’ve got to learn how to do it.”
“You’re goin’ to keep on, hey?”
“Of course.”
“The other boy, too?”
He meant Tom.
“Sure thing,” nodded Scoop, “We’re going to work in town this afternoon. We ought to sell twenty-thirty boxes.”