"Yes, sir, I guess it _would_ be more appropriate at that," assented
the man.
He looked at the disabled machine.
"Busted?" he asked with apparent concern.
"To some extent," rejoined Roy, "only, except for that engine hood being
dented there doesn't appear to be much the matter with it."
"Glad to pay if there be," said the sheep driver. "I'm going ter git rid
of ther pesky critter. He's cost me a lot in damage suits already."
"Why don't you put him on the stage as the boxing ram, or something like
that?" inquired Jimsy.
"Might be a good scheme," said the man, as if considering the proposal
seriously.
"Mary had a little ram--" laughed Jimsy; who was thereupon told not
to be "horrid."
"Why don't you box the nasty thing's ears for riding in our car?" asked
Roy of Peggy.
"I'd like to do something, the saucy thing," declared Peggy with
vehemence.
"Tell you what! Let's buy him."
The suggestion came from Jimsy.
"Yes, and have his skin made up into an auto robe," suggested Roy.
"If you boys aren't ridiculous," cried Peggy; "I want to forget the
incident, and so I'm sure does Lavinia," the name of the girl who had
been spilled out of her machine.
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