“Yes, yes, I’m a-going for it. Ain’t any sense being so impatient. Sit down and wait a minute. I don’t remember just where I put it.”
Chub retired to the railing and wiped his brow, while the old lady carefully closed and locked the door. Across the street the others were struggling with their laughter.
“Did you make her hear?” asked Dick, softly. Chub made a gesture of despair and felt of his throat gingerly. Presently the door opened again and the old lady held out the key.
“When’s she coming back?” she asked.
“I don’t know,” replied Chub. “I haven’t heard.”
“Third? Not till then? You going to keep store for her?”
“Just for to-day, I guess,” answered Chub, wearily.
“Eh? I can’t hear you. You don’t talk plain. She ain’t sold out, has she?”
“No, ma’am, she hasn’t!” shouted Chub. Then he plunged across the porch and made his escape. The old lady remained at her front door, watching and muttering, long after they had opened the store and disappeared inside.
