“I’ve been hunting for you. That was a great rumpus you made at Finch & Richards’. The whole town’s talking about it.”
“Yes,” answered Homer again, and he blushed scarlet.
“Taking your turkeys home?”
Homer nodded.
“I’ve come to see if we can keep them in town a few days longer.”
The boy shook his head vigorously. “I don’t want any more turkey shows.”
“Not if the price is big enough to make it worth your while?”
“No!” said Homer sturdily.
“Let us go into the station and talk it over.”