HEADQUARTERS FOR AUTOMOBILISTS
GASOLENE AND SUPPLIES
But Chub wasn’t yet satisfied. On the back of a piece of cardboard he printed “Midsummer Sale!” This he placed in one of the windows, saying, “I’m pretty certain that Mrs. Peel is asking a heap less than her husband did. You see, there’s a store some place near here that’s getting her trade away from her, and it’s safe to say she’s marked things pretty low.”
“How about your automobile supplies?” asked Roy. “What do you mean?”
“I didn’t say ‘automobile supplies,’” answered Chub. “I said ‘gasolene and supplies’. We’ve got all sorts of supplies, haven’t we? ‘Supplies’ means crackers and cheese and such things just as much as it does carburetors, doesn’t it?”
“I suppose so, but it sounds sort of misleading.”
“Well, if you come right down to it, we’ve got plenty of things automobilists use. We’ve got grease and wrenches and files and pliers—and water—”
“That’s right,” agreed Dick. “We don’t claim to have a full line of supplies. We’re short on goggles, pink veils, spark-plugs, and extra tires.”
“Wouldn’t it be lovely,” asked Harry, “if a big automobile should stop and buy a whole lot of things?”
“Yes, say about fifty gallons of gasolene, a dozen files, half a dozen wrenches, and a pail of water!” laughed Chub.
“Well, they might buy something,” replied Harry, cheerfully. “And if any one should ask for a pink veil I’d show them the mosquito netting.”