What would her grandfather, the rich Liverpool merchant, say, should he meet her then?
Of course he would not know her; he would be ashamed of her.

But she did not permit such reflections as these to influence her; and as soon as she was conscious of the nature of her thoughts she banished them.
"I'm going to support my mother, and I have no right to be proud.

If I meet my grandfather, I should like to sell him twenty sticks of candy." "Hallo, Katy! What are you going to do ?" said a voice behind, which she recognized as that of her friend Tommy Howard.
"I'm going to sell this candy," replied Katy.
"You're a spunky one; mother told me all about it.

I should like two sticks," said Tommy, as he offered her the money.
"Take two, Tommy, and as many more as you like." "Two is all I want;" and he placed the two cents on the tray.
"No, Tommy, I won't take your money," replied Katy, with a blush, for she felt ashamed to take his money.
"That's no way to trade," laughed Tommy.

"You won't make much, it you do so.