They remembered a whale of a melon they had seen there, and said they would bet he never had enough money to buy that one.

Maybe he could buy a medium-sized one, but not that.

All of them kept a repellent manner for any passing boy who might be selfishly moved to join them.

The spendthrift let them babble, preserving a rather grim silence.

The whale of a melon was indeed a noble growth, and its price was thirty-five cents.