The large dry-goods store had many customers who often did not wish to carry bundles home.

The store had two pretty, white-covered, small carts for the delivering of packages.

Willis drove one cart and a boy named August drove the other.
One afternoon Willis, out delivering dry-goods, drove by the house where August lived, and saw the store's other cart standing there.
"August is home," thought Willis.

Just then, August came out.
"Don't tell," called August, laughing.
Willis, hardly comprehending, drove on about his business.
That evening at store-closing time, both boys were back with their receipt books, signed by customers who had received their packages.
The boys went out of the store together.
"Saw me coming out of our house today, didn't you ?" said August to Willis.
"Don't you ever stop off half an hour or so, when you're on your rounds ?" "Why, no!" answered Willis.

"What would they say at the store, if they knew ?" "They can't know," asserted August.