he asked the price of the glove, just as if he didn't care much whether he got it or not. The man said it was a dollar, but when Jimmie—the boy who was with me—said he only had eighty cents, the man let him have the glove for that."
"Oh, I see what you mean!" cried Nan. "You mean we must try to get a bargain."
"Yes," said Billy. "Otherwise, if you go in and want to buy those dishes first thing, the man may want five dollars for 'em."
"Oh, we haven't that much money!" cried Nan, much surprised.
"That's why I say we must go slow," said Billy. "Now you leave this to me and Bert."
"I think it would be a good idea," declared Nell.
"All right! I will," agreed Nan. "But, oh, I do hope we can get those dishes for Miss Pompret."
"And I hope we can get the reward of a hundred dollars," murmured Bert.
"I only hope they're the right dishes," said Billy.
"Oh, I'm sure they are," declared Nan.
