"Why do you ask ?" "You look rich, somehow," said the child shyly.
"What! With these old and very faded clothes ?" She shook her head, swinging her plump legs: "You look it, somehow.

It isn't the clothes that matter." "I'll tell you one thing," said Siward, laughing "I'm rich enough to buy all the hokey-pokey you can eat!" and he glanced meaningly at the pedlar of that staple who had taken station between a vender of peaches and a Greek flower-seller.
The child looked, too, but made no comment.
"How about it ?" asked Siward.
"I'd rather have something to remember you by," said the girl innocently.
"What ?" he said, perplexed.
"A rose.

They are five cents, and hokey-pokey costs that much--I mean, for as much as you can eat." "Do you really want a rose ?" he said amused.
But the child fell shy, and he beckoned the Greek and selected a dozen big, perfumed jacks.
Then, as the child sat silent, her ragged arms piled with roses, he asked her jestingly what else she desired.
"Nothing.

I like to look at you," she answered simply.
"And I like to look at you.

Will you tell me your name ?" "Molly." But that is all the information he could extract.