The next place at which she stopped, she found the same disposition to beat her down in her price.
"I'll give you nine cents, and take four boxes," said the lady.
"Indeed, madam, that is too little," replied the woman; "ten cents is the lowest at which I can sell them and make even a reasonable profit." "Well, say thirty-seven and a half for four boxes, and I will take them.

It is only two cents and a half less than you ask for them." "Give me a fip, ma!--there comes the candy-man!" exclaimed a little fellow, pressing up to the side of the lady.

"Quick, ma! Here, candy-man!" calling after an old man with a tin cylinder under his arm, that looked something like an ice cream freezer.

The lady drew out her purse, and searched among its contents for the small coin her child wanted.
"I havn't any thing less than a levy," she at length said.
"Oh, well, he can change it.

Candy-man, you can change a levy ?" By this time the "candy-man" stood smiling beside the strawberry-woman.