"Good!" cried Jimsy, hopping out of the car.
"That is, we will have all kinds next week," went on the man; "I've ordered 'em."
"Goodness, then you haven't any right now?"
"I've got a few. Possibly you might find what you want among them."
"I'll try, anyway," declared Jimsy.
The man led the way into a dingy sort of shed. On a shelf in a dusty corner was a box.
"You can hunt through that," said the man wearily; "if you find what you want wake me up."
"Wake you up?"
"Yes, I always take a sleep at this time of day. You woke me up when you came in. Now I'm going to doze off again."
So saying he sank into a chair, closed his eyes and presently was snoring.