Jim jumped out and began to unscrew the plug on the tank.
"Now who'd a thought we could get gas in this little shop?" declared Ruth, surprised.
"You never can tell! I s'pose she wants to make all she can in every way," added Hester.
Meantime the lady returned to the door and called out, "Won't you please step this way?"
Jim thought she had to fill a measure from some barrel in the back, so he went in. But the lady was searching diligently along a shelf of bottles until she saw the one she wanted.
"Here they be—I knew I had 'em somewhere. One's ten cents, and the other's a twenty-five cent bottle. But you have to take keer of fire, you know."
Jim scratched his head, as he said, "I'll take a five-gallon can, please, ma'am."
For a second, the old lady was amazed, but she rose to the occasion and showed herself a true business woman, "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm just out of that size to-day, but can't you come back to-morrow—I'll have it then?"
Jim laughed. "I need it for the tank. The car won't go on nor come back, unless I get some gas for it."
"Oh! I thought you wanted some to clean gloves, or shoes. That's the only kind I keep on hand."