“But will it run?” asked Louise, smothering a giggle.
“There’s thousands of miles of good service left in this little car, ladies. And the price is only fifteen dollars above the junk value.”
The thought of Leaping Lena coming to an inglorious end in a junk yard was disconcerting to Penny. She walked slowly about the car, inspecting it from every angle.
“Forty dollars is too much for this old wreck,” she said firmly.
“Why, Penny, such disrespect!” mocked Louise.
Penny frowned down her chum. Sentiment and business were two different matters.
“What will you give?” inquired the car owner alertly.
“Not a cent over twenty-five.”
Louise clutched Penny’s arm, trying to pull her away.
“Have you lost your mind?” she demanded. “What could you do with this old car when you already have a new one?”