Suppose you pick out the things you like and then we can see about the price," he suggested.
"Some things cost a heap." She was looking at a doll on whose skirt was pinned a little scrap of card-board marked, "_25c._" "Yes, they do," assented Livingstone.

"But they are worth it," he thought.

"I tell you what!--Suppose you look around and see just what you like, and I'll go off here and talk with Mr.Brown so as not to disturb you." He was learning and the lesson was already bringing him pleasure.
He took the shopkeeper aside and had a little talk with him, learning from him all he could of Clark's family and circumstances.

It was an amazement to him.

He had never known what a burden Clark had carried.
The shopkeeper spoke of him with great affection and with great respect.
"He is the best man in the world," he said.
He treated Livingstone with familiarity, but he spoke of Clark with respect.
"He ought to be on the Avenue," he asserted; "and if everybody had their rights some would be where Mr.Clark is and Mr.Clark would be in their place." Livingstone was not prepared just then to gainsay this.
He explained to Mr.Brown his wishes.