Part 4 (1/2)
”Well, abnormally, if you like it better,” returned Cricket, amiably. ”I don't see much difference, anyway. I am going to ask auntie, right away, about the peanut stand,” she continued, changing the subject quickly, as long experience had taught her to do. Off she ran, returning, jubilant, in a few moments.
”Auntie says to be sure I may; there, now, Edna; she says I may sell all the peanuts I like, and on the dock, if I want to, and she'll give me a pint cup to measure them out with. And since you all make so much fun of it, I'll keep it all alone, without any partner.”
”You might go shares with me,” pleaded Archie; but Cricket was resolute.
”If you'd been more polite to me, perhaps I might have. Now I sha'n't. I don't know that I'll even sell you any.”
”But I'll be partner, sha'n't I, Cricket?” asked Eunice, accustomed to sharing everything with her younger sister.
”You all laughed at me, first about finding the bag, then about the peanuts,” she said, firmly, ”and I'm going to be my own partner. If I take any one it shall be Billy. _He_ never teases.”
”But if you put in the capital,” urged Archie, ”you should have somebody else to supply the experience.”
”All the experience that any of you would supply would be experience in eating them,” Cricket replied, with severity. ”Then I'd lose my money and my peanuts, too. Good-by. I'm going to make my arrangements now.”
”If you buy your peanuts of old Simon, at the corner, make him give them to you wholesale,” called Archie after her; and then he departed on a little private expedition.
Cricket was busy all the rest of the afternoon, getting her establishment together. First, a little, square table was unearthed in the garret, and was scrubbed and polished by Cricket's own hands. Then the old white phaeton umbrella was found and brushed, and a long slit in one side of the cover mended with st.i.tches of heroic size. This was, with much painstaking, lashed firmly to the back of the stout, wooden chair, contributed by the kitchen. All these, old Billy, proud and happy at being selected as chief aid, took down to the little dock, where she was to set up business. She decided to invest a capital of fifty cents, not part of her new-found funds, but her private and personal possession, and expected to come out of her venture a millionaire. She made up her mind that she would not take even Billy into partners.h.i.+p, for it would be so much fun for him to buy peanuts of her; but she graciously allowed him to go to the village store with her the next morning, after breakfast, to help her carry home her stock in trade. She would have driven Mopsie, but the cart was not yet home from the blacksmith's.
Acting on the boys' suggestion, she proposed to old Simon Hodges, who kept the village store, that he should give her the peanuts wholesale, and they struck a bargain that she should buy them at nine cents a quart instead of ten, which Cricket regarded as a most generous reduction.
She invested in four quarts to begin with.
”Say, little 'un,” suddenly proposed old Billy, nudging her, ”why don't you buy some o' those pep'mint drops long o' the peanits. I'd just as lives buy 'em o' you as o' Simon. Fact is, I'd liver.”
”What a good idea, Billy. 'Course I will.”
Billy grinned from ear to ear.
”How will you sell them, Mr. Simon?”
Simon, a weather-beaten old sailor, who had taken to keeping store in his old age, thought he could sell her as many as she could take aboard at the rate of six for five cents, instead of the regular rate of a penny apiece. These peppermint drops must have been peculiar to Marbury, I think, for I have never seen any just like them anywhere else. They were thick and round, and about two inches across, indented in the middle, like a rosette. They were not soft and creamy, but hard and crunchy, though how much of this latter property rose from the lack of absolute freshness, I am not prepared to say, for it was a standing joke with the boys that Simon had once been heard to remark that he hadn't gotten in his summer stock of candy yet. Some of the peppermints were pink, and some were striped red and white. Cricket supplied herself with six of each.
”That makes forty-six cents, doesn't it? I ought to spend the whole of my money,” she said, twirling her half-dollar on the counter.
”Tobaccer?” queried Billy, quickly, thinking of his other indulgence.
”I'd just as lives--”
”Oh, _no_, Billy, I wouldn't have tobacco for anything, nasty stuff,”
said Cricket.
Billy looked dejected.
”Didn't mean no harm,” he said, meekly.
”Never mind, Billy. Now what shall I get?”
”Lemons,” suggested Simon, deferentially. ”I'll let you have 'em for a cent apiece, and water's cheap. Lemonade would sell well these hot days,” for Simon had been taken into Cricket's confidence.
”That's a good idea,” beamed the small merchant. ”There's the sugar, and I guess grandma would give me that, and I'd let her have a gla.s.s of lemonade free. Yes, I'll take four lemons, Mr. Simon, thank you. Now, Billy, you take the peanuts and put the lemons in your coat pocket, and I'll carry the peppermints.”