Instead of leaping to their feet with joy, as Donald had expected, the boys kept right on playing. Huey carefully aimed and shot a marble. Then he looked up.
»What kind -« he began.
»Of a job is it,« added Dewey.
»Unca' Donald?« finished Louie.
»I'm a bill collector, and you are my helpers,« Donald announced.
With that the boys leaped to their feet, but not with joy.
»Oh, no. Not bill collectors,« said Huey.
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