“Oh, do buy one, Dick,” called Harry. “We ought all to buy something and help her out. I’ve got fifty cents, and I’m going to see what I want.”
Eventually Harry proudly added the following items to her record of sales:
| One Pocket-knife | .75 |
| One ” | .75 |
| One pair Canvas Shoes | .60 |
| One yard Blue Ribbon | .08 |
| One package of Raisins | .15 |
| ½ pound Crackers | .08 |
| ¼ " Cheese | .10 |
Harry frowned and figured for a while and then announced exultantly that they had already sold two dollars and thirty-three cents’ worth of goods. “Isn’t that fine?” she asked.
“The old lady hasn’t sold that much before in a week,” said Chub. “Who wants some crackers and cheese? Or some raisins? The cheese is fine, but the crackers are a little bit stale.”
They perched themselves on the counter and partook of Chub’s hospitality, Dick suggested craftily that if they all ate as much as they could now it wouldn’t be necessary to prepare so much supper when they went back to camp.
