Now skip along, my hearties! And come back home if you get tired, no matter whether you've sold all your truck or not.

I'll buy whatever you have left." So waving good-byes to the group looking after them, the children pranced gaily down the driveway and out into the street.
As Cousin Ethel had told them, they had no trouble at all in disposing of their wares.

Marjorie concluded that half the population of Cambridge must be small children, so eager did the ladies seem to buy dolls.
At many of the houses they were cordially invited to come in and partake of some refreshment, for the whole town seemed bent on entertaining the peddlers.

But the Maynard children preferred not to accept these invitations, as they were not well enough acquainted, and as for Bertha Baker, when she was invited in to a house, she would reply bluntly, "No, I don't want to go in." Midget and King looked at her in astonishment, for they were not accustomed to hear children talk like that.
When the cart full of dolls had been about half sold, the children saw a little girl coming toward them with an empty express wagon.
"Hello, Bertha," she said, "what are you selling ?" "Dolls," said Bertha, shortly, and the Maynard children waited, expecting that Bertha would introduce the stranger.
But Bertha didn't, and only said, "Come on," to her own companions, and started on herself.
"Wait a minute," said King, who was growing rather tired of Bertha's company, and was glad to meet somebody else.

"I say, Bertha, introduce us to your friend." "She's Elsie Harland," said Bertha, ungraciously, and evidently unwillingly.
But King took no notice of Bertha's unpleasant manner.