Demi's such a funny chap." "What is in this box ?" asked Nat, stopping before a large deep one, half-full of earth.
"Oh, that's Jack Ford's worm-shop.

He digs heaps of 'em and keeps 'em here, and when we want any to go afishing with, we buy some of him.

It saves lots of trouble, only he charged too much for 'em.

Why, last time we traded I had to pay two cents a dozen, and then got little ones.
Jack's mean sometimes, and I told him I'd dig for myself if he didn't lower his prices.

Now, I own two hens, those gray ones with top knots, first-rate ones they are too, and I sell Mrs.Bhaer the eggs, but I never ask her more than twenty-five cents a dozen, never! I'd be ashamed to do it," cried Tommy, with a glance of scorn at the worm-shop.
"Who owns the dogs ?" asked Nat, much interested in these commercial transactions, and feeling that T.Bangs was a man whom it would be a privilege and a pleasure to patronize.
"The big dog is Emil's.