![]() ![]() You’ll find some of our famous New Orleans specialties at the food table in back.” That’s when the Old Treasures Bookshop goes on the auction block. “We’ll return in fifteen minutes to the main portion of the sale. “That ends the first half of our auction,” the auctioneer announced. “Going once, going twice, going to the boy in the second row!” The man brought down the auction hammer with a bang. The four Alden children tried hard not to show how much they wanted the old tin boxcar. “Do I hear four dollars?” the man asked.Įveryone in the courtyard was silent. “I hear three from the boy in the second row,” the man said. ![]() “Three!” Benny yelled before Jessie could stop him. Now I hear two dollars,” the auction man shouted. Let’s just wait a little bit longer.”Ī couple of voices in the audience called out bids. Jessie pushed back the hair from Benny’s forehead. Jessie! It looks almost like the boxcar we used to live in.” ![]() “We don’t want to raise the price too soon.”īenny sputtered like an old teakettle. ![]() “Not yet,” twelve-year-old Jessie Alden whispered back, calm as could be. The seven dollars from the paper route the six-year-old shared with his brother and two sisters was still there, safe and sound.īenny tugged at his sister’s sleeve. He was so excited he could hardly sit still. Do I hear a dollar?”īenny Alden wriggled in his seat. “Next to be auctioned is this toy boxcar,” a man yelled to the crowd in the courtyard. ![]()
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