She was passing a handsome house in Walnut street, into the windows of which she looked earnestly, in the hope of seeing the face of a customer.

She did not look in vain, for the shrill sound of her voice brought forward a lady, dressed in a silk morning-wrapper, who beckoned her to stop.

The woman lifted the heavy, tray from her bead, and placing it upon the door-step, sat wearily down.
"What's the price of your strawberries ?" asked the lady, as she came to the door.
"Ten cents a box, madam.

They are right fresh." "Ten cents!" replied the lady, in a tone of surprise, drawing herself up, and looking grave.

Then shaking her head and compressing her lips firmly, she added: "I can't give ten cents for strawberries.