"If you boys aren't ridiculous," cried Peggy; "I want to forget the incident, and so I'm sure does Lavinia," the name of the girl who had been spilled out of her machine.
"You may be sure I do," she declared with emphasis. "I was never so scared in my life."
"Want to buy him?" asked the man, grasping at a chance of selling an animal that had already placed him in some embarrassing positions.
"How much do you want?" asked Roy, more as a joke than anything else.
"Three dollars," said the man.
"There you are, girls! Who'll bid? Who'll bid? This fine young ram going at a sacrifice."
Jimsy imitated an auctioneer, raising his voice to a sharp pitch.