“I wish I knew enough about cars to try it and see if the engine is all right,” said Gordon. “But I don’t see how anything can be wrong there, do you?”
“No, I guess the wheels will go around same as before,” said Lanny. “How much do you suppose it will cost to fix it up?”
Gordon shook his head. “Maybe thirty dollars,” he said finally. “What do you think?”
“Bet it will be nearer a hundred,” said Fudge. “Repairs on automobiles cost like anything.”
“Fudge knows,” remarked Lanny. “His repair bills are something frightful, aren’t they, Fudge? Why, he was saying just the other day, Gordie, that he had half a mind to sell two or three of his cars!”
“Th-that’s all right,” sputtered Fudge. “I’ve heard Mr. T-T-Turner say th-th-that——”
“Of course you have,” agreed Gordon soothingly. “By the way, Lanny, heard the latest? Fudge is going to get a job with Castle at the soda fountain.”
“That s-s-s-s-so?” laughed Lanny.
“Yes. Can’t you see Fudge, with a white apron on, leaning across the counter asking, ‘What kind of s-s-s-s-soda will you have, Miss?’”
“‘S-s-s-sarsparilla, please,’” responded Lanny.