“Quarter.”
“Half dollar.”
“Who goes seventy-five?”
“Seventy-five.”
“Dollar.”
“And a quarter.”
“Whew!” exclaimed Merry. “Watch them climb! Seventy-five is union price. How can we buy to-day?”
“Oh, but I still have money,” insisted Jeanne. “We must buy. I will pay. This is my luckee day.”
“There’s no luck if you break union rules. Wait.”
They did wait. Half an hour, an hour, an hour and a half the sale went on. Merry bought two damaged lamps and a broken chair. These went for a song. But packages! How they soared!