“Yes,” Dick answered. “Crackers, cheese, canned things, raisins, dried apricots—”
There was a burst of laughter from the car.
“Let’s get out and see what we can find,” said one of the ladies. In a moment the store was invaded. They bought crackers, cheese, canned peaches, potted ham, and sardines, and did it so merrily that Harry and Dick had to laugh with them. The party bore their purchases back to the car, Dick assisting, and immediately began their luncheon or, as one of the ladies laughingly called it, “afternoon tea.”
“But we haven’t paid for it” she said suddenly. “How much do we owe you?”
“Let me see,” said Dick, “there was a pound of crackers—”
“Never mind,” said one of the men, taking a bill from his purse. “Here’s five dollars. I guess that will pay for the gasolene and everything. You keep the rest.”
“It won’t come to anything like that,” Dick protested. “The crackers are—”
“We don’t want to hear how much they are,” laughed the second lady. “They might not taste so well, and when you haven’t had a mouthful to eat since eleven o’clock—”
“Never mind about counting it up,” said the man to Dick, genially. “That five dollar bill will cover it all.”
“Thank you,” replied Dick, gravely.