You don't sell from door to door." "No, indeed!" answered John Charles with a lofty air.

"That's too much like peddling.

I won't peddle.

I prefer to get regular customers and take orders and fill them." While he had been talking he had been glancing toward me where I hung in the window, and he now politely asked if he might come to look at me.

Eliza gave a surprised consent, but watched the boy closely as he stood near and chirped to me calling me, "Po-o-o-r Dickey Downy," as soon as he found out my name.