“Of course they will! Don’t you see all sorts of notices in the windows? Dances and picnics and entertainments of all sorts. Sure, they’ll let us put them in. I guess Higginson is closed by this time, isn’t he?”
As it was almost six o’clock, and a Saturday besides, Tom thought he was. “We’ll take it to him the first thing Monday morning. I hope Jimmy gets the car fixed all right this evening.”
“We ought to have another car,” said Willard thoughtfully.
“Yes, we ought to have a flock of them; about thirty or forty, I guess. You don’t know just where we’d get ’em, do you?”
“We might find another as cheap as The Ark if we looked around. You can’t say she wasn’t a bargain.”
Tom bent and peered under the steps and then looked carefully about the tiny front yard. “I’m looking around, Will, but I don’t see one,” he announced gravely. “Funny you can never find a thing if you want it!”
Willard grinned. “Just the same, though,” he said stoutly, “I’ll bet you we’ll have another some day.”
“If we do you’ll have to run it. I can’t attend to more than one at a time.”
“We could hire someone, couldn’t we? Maybe Jimmy Brennan——”