"I can't pick that up, anyhow." "Pick up what you can of it, and put it in the paper bag." "I shouldn't think he could sell this to anybody without cheating them," remarked Eddy, in a lofty tone, in spite of his abject position.
"Never you mind what he does with it.

You pick up every single speck," ordered the girl; and the boy scraped the floor with his sharp finger-nails, and crammed the candy and dust into a small paper bag.

The girl stood watchfully over him; not the smallest particle escaped her eyes.

"There's some more over there," said she, sharply, when the boy was about to rise; and Eddy loped like some small animal on all-fours towards a tiny heap of crushed peppermint-drops.
"He must have stepped on this, too," he muttered, with a reproachful glare at Anderson, who had never in his life felt so at a loss.

He was divided between consternation and an almost paralyzing sense of the ridiculous.