saw Klaas Pool’s look of astonishment changing to anger. Saw Maartje Pool’s quick hand on his arm, restraining him.
“Two dollars!” Pervus DeJong.
“Twotwotwotwotwotwo!” Adam Ooms in a frenzy of salesmanship.
“And ten.” Johannes Ambuul’s cautious bid.
“Two and a quarter.” Barend DeRoo.
“Two-fifty!” Pervus DeJong.
“Three dollars!” The high voice of the boy. It cracked a little on the last syllable, and the crowd laughed.
“‘Three-three-three-three-threethreethree. Three once”
“And a half.” Pervus DeJong.
“Three sixty.”
“Four!” DeRoo.
“And ten.”
The boy’s voice was heard no more.
“I wish they'd stop,” whispered Selina.
“Five!” Pervus DeJong.
“Six!” DeRoo, his face very red.
“And ten.”
“Seven!”
“It’s only jelly sandwiches,” said Selina to DeJong, in a panic.
“Eight!” Johannes Ambuul, gone mad.
“Nine!” DeRoo.
“Nine! Nine I’m bid! Nine-nine-nine! Who'll make it”
