He hadn't made a very good bargain.

Hm! The young woman in blue was stopping.

Her exquisite face was perfectly serious as her eyes ran over the collection on the tray.

They were all done execrably, something Fitzgerald hadn't noticed before.
"How much are these apiece ?" "Er--twenty-five cents, ma'am," he stammered.

As a matter of fact he hadn't any idea what the current price list was.
"You seem very well dressed," doubtfully; "and you do not look hungry." "I am doing this for charity's sake," finding his wits.