They couldn’t, and said so over and over. “It cost eleven hundred new,” Jimmy went on. “It was bought by a grocery firm over in Brooklyn, the fellow told me, and they ran it around for about three months and then traded it in for a bigger car. Got a three-ton truck instead. It was a rare bargain, and that’s all there is about it! And it will be along about the middle of the week. They agreed to put it on the cars Monday. I told ’em if it wasn’t here by Thursday we’d ship it back on ’em. I just want to see Pat Herron’s eyes when he gets his first squint at it!” “Who pays the freight, Jimmy?” asked Tom practically. “We do. It’ll be only about fifteen dollars, they said. And we’ll still have a hundred of that seven hundred left. How’s the garage coming on, Tom?” “Fine. They’ve got the old tracks all up and the carpenter said he’d have the new flooring finished by to-night. By the way, they were going to lug off that truck thing and I told them they couldn’t do it until they’d talked with you.” “That’s right. I guess we rented that with the building and we might as well keep it. I don’t know as it will be any good to us, but it might be. Have they done any glazing yet?” “Glazing? Oh, the windows! No, not yet. I guess they’ll start on that Monday. We’ll have to have a telephone, won’t we?” “Yes. And electric light and power, too. I’ll see about that the first thing Monday. We’ve got to get busy next week. What are you going to do with that horse and wagon, fellows?” “Well, the horse isn’t ours, you know. I suppose Saunders would give us something for the wagon.” “Better hold on to it, I guess,” said Jimmy thoughtfully. “There might come a time when we’d need it. If this auto truck got out of whack we’d be glad of something to haul baggage in. Probably we could find a horse somewhere. We’ll stow the wagon in a corner of the garage for the present. There’s another thing, too. Oughtn’t we to advertise pretty soon and say that we are ready to do business? Quinby, the grocer, has just ordered a delivery auto and I told him about the garage the other day and he was mighty tickled. He was going to keep it with Connors, but when I told him we’d have facilities for making repairs and keeping it washed and all, you know, he said right off he’d keep it with us. So there’s a starter!” “I suppose an advertisement in the _News-Patriot_ would be a good idea,” said Tom. “You know, anyhow, Will, we promised Spider we’d put an ad in the paper the time he had his father publish that article about us!” “Yes, we could do that,” Willard agreed. “And we could have some cards printed and distributed around town, too. How about a sign for the garage, Jimmy?”