It was hard work to keep from running every step of the way; but her mother's advice must be heeded, and to some extent she succeeded in controlling her violent impulses.
As it was, she reached the piano-forte manufactory quite out of breath, and rushed into the workroom as though she had come on an errand of vital importance to its occupants.
It required but a few minutes to dispose of her small stock of candy.
The workmen all hoped she would come again, and she departed highly elated at her success.
"There, mother, I have sold all the candy.

What do you think of that ?" said she, as she entered her mother's room, and threw off her bonnet and shawl.
"You have done very well, I had no idea that you could sell more than twenty or thirty sticks in a day." "It's a great day's work, mother; and if I can sell half as much in a day, I shall be satisfied.

Don't you think I shall be able to support you ?" "At this rate you can do much more; but, Katy, I tremble for you." "Why, mother ?" "You get so excited, and run so, I am afraid it will make you sick." "O, no, it won't, mother.

I feel as strong as a horse.

I am not tired in the least." "You don't feel so now, because you are so excited by your success." "I shall get used to it in a little while." "I hope so, if you mean to follow this business." "If I mean to?
Why mother, what else could I do to make so much money?
See here;" and she poured the money she had taken upon the bed-quilt before her mother.