At the corner of Main street and the bridge he found Ricks, who had rented a stand and was already arranging his wares.

Sandy knelt on the sidewalk and unpacked his basket.
"Only three bars of soap and seventy-five microscopes!" he exclaimed ruefully.

"Let's be layin' fine stress on the microscopes, Ricks." "You do the jawin', Sandy.

I ain't much on givin' 'em the talk," said Ricks.

"Chuck a jolly at 'em and keep 'em hangin' round." As dark came on, trade began.