I wish you _would_ order some.' The butcher asked why.
Alice did not speak for a minute, and then she said-- 'I don't mind telling _you_: you are in business yourself, aren't you?
We are trying to get people to buy it, because we shall have two shillings for every dozen we can make any one buy.

It's called a purr something.' 'A percentage.

Yes, I see,' said the butcher, looking at the hole in the carpet.
'You see there are reasons,' Alice went on, 'why we want to make our fortunes as quickly as we can.' 'Quite so,' said the butcher, and he looked at the place where the paper is coming off the wall.
'And this seems a good way,' Alice went on.

'We paid two shillings for the sample and instructions, and it says you can make two pounds a week easily in your leisure time.' 'I'm sure I hope you may, miss,' said the butcher.

And Alice said again would he buy some?
'Sherry is my favourite wine,' he said.