"I'll let him out a bit, and we'll drive to Cedarville in a jiffy."
"Tom, you're getting more cheeky every day," was Dick's comment, yet he was far from displeased over what his brother had accomplished.
Away went the cutter, the roads being now in an excellent condition. Soon Putnam Hall was left far behind, and they came within sight of the Stanhope homestead.
"I'd like to stop for just a minute," said Dick, but Tom shook his head.
"We want to get to Cedarville before the shops close," said the younger brother. "We can stop on the way back—if we have time," and they continued on their way.
Both knew Cedarville "like a book," as Tom expressed it, having been there so many times before. They drove straight to the largest confectionery in the village.
"A pound of chocolates, a pound of marshmallows, a pound of iced fruits, and five pounds of best mixed candies," said Dick, and the articles were quickly put up for him.
"How much?"
"A dollar and thirty cents, please."
The bill was paid, and they hurried to another store, where they purchased two dozen bottles of soda water, a dozen bottles of root
