The balance of our hitch-hike was kind of tame. So we were glad to get home. And to that point, we hadn’t been home a week before we were mixed up in the Pedigreed-Pickle business that the Tutter people are still laughing over. Can you imagine Poppy standing up to his neck in cucumber pickles? It was his job to sell the pickles—but before he could sell them he had to make them. I can still see that mountain of cucumbers. “It’s no use,” says I, in despair. “We can’t do it.”
But we did. And how we did it—bucked by a mean rich kid, and with a mystery hanging over us that gave us shivers one minute and completely tangled us up the next—is, I believe, a story that you won’t want to miss.
So tighten up your buttons for the biggest laugh of your lifetime, for we’ll soon be there in POPPY OTT’S PEDIGREED PICKLES.
—THE END—
This Isn’t All!
Would you like to know what became of the good friends you have made in this book?
Would you like to read other stories continuing their adventures and experiences, or other books quite as entertaining by the same author?
On the reverse side of the wrapper which comes with this book, you will find a wonderful list of stories which you can buy at the same store where you got this book.
Don’t throw away the Wrapper
Use it as a handy catalog of the books you want some day to have. But in case you do mislay it, write to the Publishers for a complete catalog.