reckon the bakers would git away a heap of our trade if we begun liftin' our prices much.” Phineas's eyes snapped. 

 “They would, hey?” he said, laughing. “Mebby they would an' mebby they wouldn't. What do you suppose we'd be doin' with that surplus we'd accumulate? Come strawberry season, we'd up an' buy every strawberry that come to Gloning. We'd pay more than anybody could afford to, an' add the difference to our strawberry-pie price, because we'd have the only strawberry pies in town. An' what strawberries we couldn't use right off we'd can for winter pies. An' as other fruits come in, we'd buy them up the same way. But we wouldn't be mean. We'd open a fruit-store an' sell folks fruit at a good high price if they'd sign an agreement not to use any fer pie. An' in a little while the bakers would git sick an' sell out their shops to us fer almost nothin'. An' then we'd go into the bakin' business big.”  

 “We'd bake cakes an' bread then,” said Eph, eagerly. 

 “Cakes an' bread an' doughnuts an' buns an' everything,” said Phineas, with enthusiasm. “We'll git one big bake-shop an' save on expenses, an' shove up the price of stuff a little, an' just coin money.”  

 “We'd ought to git at it quick,” said Eph. “We'd oughtn't to waste no time. What do you reckon would be a good name fer the company?”  

 “I've fixed that all up,” said Phineas. “We'll call it the American Pie Company, Incorporated; an' bein' as only you an' me will be in it, we'll each have to be officers.”  

 “I'm goin' to be president,” exclaimed Eph, with all the eagerness of a boy. 

 “All right, Eph,” said Phineas. “We don't want to have no more fights, an' I want to do what's right, so you can be president. I'll be treasurer.”  

 Eph thought for a minute. He knew Phineas well. 

 “I want to do what's right, too,” he said at last. “You can be president. I'll be treasurer.”  

 “I guess mebby we'd better take turns bein' treasurer,” suggested Phineas. 

  

  

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