"But I don't see how we can make room for any more boys inside here. It's crowded enough now."
"We don't all need to be inside at once. One could be floor-walker, and one a detective, or something in the crowd. I'd like it. It's tiresome sitting in this little place all day. I got awfully cramped this morning."
So overtures were made to Tom and Fred Fleming, who felt quite flattered, and accepted the honor at once. After some discussion they were installed as silent partners, and contributed their quota of fish-hooks and decalcomanie pictures, etc., to the now flourishing business.
The shop being so near, Aunt Sue and Bessie visited it in the afternoon to see how the boys were getting on. They were shocked to see some of their own possessions airing in the new store. An old set of false curls hung dangling on a nail, like a scalp adorning an Indian wigwam as an honorable trophy.
"'YOU OUTRAGEOUS BOYS!' EXCLAIMED AUNT SUE."
"You outrageous boys!" exclaimed Aunt Sue, as she seized and confiscated it. "Where did you get this?"
"Out of the attic," said Bob, meekly. "I thought you were done with it."
"But it's not for sale if I am done with it. I'm surprised at you."
Aunt Sue seemed really hurt, and was scarcely mollified by Bob's saying, coaxingly, "Oh, now, Aunt Sue, don't be vexed. I always liked to see them hanging down your neck. They looked so pretty, I thought somebody else might be glad to get them."