Then another boy, with a basket, came in a hurry for a dozen of eggs.

You see, ours was one of those village-stores that combine all things.
While I waited on these insignificant customers father measured off great quantities of white goods for the two ladies; and I strained my ears to hear every word that was said.

They asked father if he was going to New York _soon_?
He said, in about ten days.

Then Mrs.
Marigold confided to him that they wanted him to purchase twenty-five yards of white corded silk.
If every cord in that whole piece of silk had been drawing about my throat I couldn't have felt more suffocated.

I sat right down, I felt so faint, in a tub of butter.