"How do you do, Elsie ?" he said, in his frank, boyish fashion.

"This is my sister, Marjorie, and I am Kingdon Maynard.

Can't I help you pull your wagon?
I see you've sold all your things." "Yes; I only had post-cards to sell," said Elsie, "and the people bought them in such big bunches that now they're all gone.

So I thought I'd like to go around with you, and help sell your dolls." She looked inquiringly at Bertha, who replied, "I s'pose you can, if you want to, but I should think you'd go home." "Don't go home," said Marjorie, cordially; "come along with us, and we'll all sell dolls together." "She can't sell our dolls," said Bertha, snappily, and this so irritated King that he couldn't help speaking out.
"Bertha Baker," he said, "if you don't behave yourself, and act more pleasant, I'll put you in the cart, and sell you for a doll!" This so surprised Bertha that she stared at King, wonderingly, but the other girls laughed, and then they all went on together.
Bertha made no further objections, and Marjorie could see that she did try to be a little more pleasant.

King saw this, too, and he realized that she was the kind of a girl who obeyed scolding better than coaxing.
So when they reached the next house, King said, "Now we'll all go in here together to sell the dolls; but we won't go until Bertha puts on a sweet smile.