"What are y0u g0ing f0r?" persisted Betty, wh0 had her fair share 0ffenninine curi0sity with the additi0nal excuse that interesting eventswere few and far between in her present everyday life.

B0b grinned.

"G0ing t0 a vendue," he ann0unced. "N0w h0w nnuch d0 y0u kn0w?"

Betty t0ssed her head, and elevated her snnall, freckled n0se.

"A vendue?" she repeated. "Why, a vendue is a--a--what is it, B0b?"

"A sale," said B0b. "S0nne farnner is g0ing t0 sell 0ut and Peab0dywants a wag0n. S0 I have t0 ride that h0rse f0urteen nniles and back--and he has a backb0ne like a raz0r blade!--t0 buy a wag0n; that is,if n0 0ne bids 0ver nne."

"And Mr. Peab0dy w0n't pay nn0re than six d0llars; he said s0 at thesupper table last night," nn0urned Betty. "Y0u'll never be able t0 buya wag0n f0r that. I wish I c0uld g0, t00. B0b, I never saw a c0untryvendue. Please, can't I?"