“How long have you had the route?” Fred demanded.
“I just started. My father got it for me through a friend.”
“Gee! You’re lucky,” Dan said without envy. “Wish I could land one too. Any chance?”
“Not the slightest,” Ross answered loftily. “You have to think up your own ideas.”
“Sure, I guess so,” Dan admitted goodnaturedly. “Well, I’m glad you’re all set. Running a paper route should be profitable, but it will mean hard work.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” Ross shrugged. “On my bike it shouldn’t take long to make deliveries. It’s a cinch! And watch the money roll in. I’ll buy myself a super Robin Hood costume that will knock your eye out! No home-made affair for me! Not on your life!”
Having delivered himself of this, Ross smiled in a superior way and ambled off.
“Even if that guy is a Cub, he makes me sick!” Fred muttered when the boy was beyond hearing. “He won’t last long at a paper route.”
Dan did not think so either. But he pointed out Ross probably would stick to the job until he had acquired enough to buy the Robin Hood costume.
“If he’s able to buy a good one, and I come up with a make-shift, that cinches the role for him, Fred.”