CHAPTER XI.
KATY MEETS WITH EXTRAORDINARY SUCCESS.
"Buy some candy ?" said Katy to the first gentleman she met.
He did not even deign to glance at her; and five or six attempts to sell a stick of candy were failures; but when she remembered the success that had followed her disappointment in the morning, she did not lose her courage.

Finding that people in the street would not buy, she entered a shop where the clerks seemed to be at leisure, though she did not do so without thinking of the rude manner in which she had been ejected from a store in the forenoon.
"Buy some candy ?" said she to a good-natured young gentleman, who was leaning over his counter waiting for a customer.
"How do you sell it ?" "Cent a stick; it is very nice.

I sold fourteen sticks of it to the mayor this forenoon.

He said it was good." "You don't say so?
Did he give you a testimonial ?" "No; he gave me half a dollar." The clerk laughed heartily at Katy's misapprehension of his word, and his eye twinkled with mischief.

It was plain that he was not a great admirer of molasses candy, and that he only wanted to amuse himself at Katy's expense.
"You know what they do with quack medicines--don't you ?" "Yes, I do; some folks are fools enough to take them," replied Katy, smartly.
"That's a fact; but you don't understand me.