Katy looked at the candy with attention, for it looked just like one of the sticks she had sold that forenoon.

The little fellow who was not more than five or six years of age, seemed to have a hearty relish for the article, and as he turned it over, Katy assured herself that it was a portion of her stock.
"My pa brought home lots of candy," said the little fellow, after he had satisfied himself with the survey of Katy's person.
"Do you like it ?" asked she, willing to cultivate his acquaintance.
"Don't I, though!" "Where did your father get it ?" "He bought it of a little girl; she was poor and proud," replied the little gentleman, transferring half an inch of the candy to his mouth.
"Dear me!" exclaimed Katy.
But her conversation was interrupted by the return of the servant, who directed Katy to follow him up-stairs..