gasolene and the other stuff, and I was to keep the change. I kept it.”
“But the chauffeur paid for the gasolene!” cried Roy. “Call them back!”
“You go out and call,” said Dick, dryly. “They’re a mile away by this time. If they want their money, they’ll come back for it. Meanwhile it goes to Mrs. Peel.” He deposited the five-dollar note in the till. Harry clapped her hands ecstatically.
“Six dollars more!” she cried. “You must all help me put it down. How much were the sardines, Dick?”
Half an hour later a small boy appeared and bought a bottle of peppermint and two sticks of candy, and that completed the day’s sales. At six o’clock they closed the store. Chub locked the door into the living-rooms and put the key on a nearby shelf.
“There’s no use having that open,” he said, “since Jennie isn’t coming.”
On the sidewalk they paused irresolutely.
“You take it over to her,” said Chub to Dick, holding forth the key. But Dick shrank away from it.
