“Yes.”

“He was in our office this afternoon and Grandpop made him an offer.”

Poppy nodded.

“As I understand it,” says he, “you want to take over our entire pickle stock.”

“We’re willing to do that.”

“Also you want to take over our entire cucumber stock.”

“If we close a deal with you for the pickles,” the kid admitted, “we’ll also take over the cucumbers.”

“And you agree to pay all of our debts, totaling that with a bonus of two hundred dollars.”

“That’s our proposition.”

Poppy sort of turned up his nose.