"They will make delicious apple-sauce, I'm sure," she said.

After inquiring the price she told the young merchant he might carry in a peck.
With a business-like flourish John Charles took a small note-book and pencil from his pocket and wrote something at the top of the leaf.
"I'm not delivering now," he said as he returned the note-book to his pocket.

"I'm only taking orders; but I'll have your apples here in an hour." Eliza bit her lip to keep back a smile.

A boy in knee pants transacting business like a grown man, appeared quite amusing to her.
"Oh, I see," she said.

"You take orders for your goods.