And so you have brought rags to sell?
Would you like the money for them, or do you think we can make a trade with some articles out of the store ?" "Grandma said we could have the money between us, we three," replied Dotty, with refreshing frankness, "and buy anything we please except red and yellow candy." "I want a _music_," said Flyaway, in an eager whisper; "a music, and a ollinge, and a pig." "Hush!" said Prudy, for the man with a piece of court-plaster on his cheek was certainly laughing.
Mr.Bradley took the bag into another room to weigh it.

A boy was in there, drawing molasses.

"James," said Mr.Bradley, "run down cellar, and bring up some beer for these young ladies." There was a smile on James's face as he drove the plug into the barrel.

Prudy saw it through the open door, and it went to her heart.
The cream beer was excellent, but Prudy did not relish it.

She and Dotty had been whispering together.
"We will take two thirds of the rags in money, if you please," said Prudy, in such a low tone that Mr.Bradley had to bend his ear to hear.
"Because," added Dotty, who wished to have everything clearly explained, "because we want to have our tin-types taken, sir.