Once in a while Aunt Ann says there must be one, so she gathers up all the trash and Uncle Jim's old clothes (he hates that), and the village people they buy things.

And Mr.Rivers sells the things at auction, you know--and oh, my! he was funny." "So they sell what no one wants.

Then why does any one buy ?" "I'm sure, I don't know." "I wonder what I would fetch, Leila ?" "Not much," she said.
"Maybe you're right." He had one of the brief boy-moods of self-abasement.
Leila changed quickly.

"I'll bid for you," she said coyly.
He laughed and looked up, surprised at this earliest indication of the feminine.

"What would you give ?" he asked.
"Well, about twenty-five cents." He laughed.