said Andy, as they started for a restaurant for dinner. "Let us open up this afternoon if possible."
"Shall we hire a store?"
"Let us try to sell from the wagon first."
Immediately after dinner they procured a license and found a suitable corner. They did all in their power to attract a crowd, and finally, toward evening, when the working people were on their way home, succeeded in bringing quite an assemblage around them.
But, strange to say, they could not make a single sale, try their best. Both used up all their eloquence; Matt played on the banjo and mouth harmonica, and Andy told funny stories. It was no use; the crowd merely smiled or frowned, and then one after another drifted away.
"This is the worst luck yet," whispered Andy to Matt. "I never dreamed that we would strike anything like this."
A stout German who stood in the crowd saw the look of wonder and disappointment on Andy's face, and he laughed heartily.
"You ton't vos caught der same pirds twice alretty!" he chuckled to several bystanders.
"What's that?" questioned Matt, who overheard the remark.
"You ton't vos caught der same pirds twice mit
