“Pay you! Pay you a quarter for these nasty things? I guess not! Here, you take them back, Kid.”
But Kid shook his head. “They’re no good to me now,” he said sadly. “It isn’t a full box, you see. You’ve eaten one of them. Of course, if I’d known you didn’t want to pay for them——”
“You didn’t say anything about paying for them,” remonstrated Lanny crossly. “You said you had a box I could have——”
“For a quarter.”
“You didn’t say anything about any quarter!”
“You didn’t ask me, Lanny. If you’d asked me——”
“You offered them to me!”
“I thought of course you’d want to pay for them. I had to. Anyhow, there’s no hurry. Any time’ll do, Lanny.”
“I hope you choke on one of them!” Lanny dug down in his trousers pocket and fished up some small coins. Angrily he selected two dimes and a nickel and thrust them at Kid. “There’s your old quarter! And there—” he sent the box of tablets spinning off into the snow—“there’s your old nasty medicine! Now get out of here before I rub your face with snow!”