He kept on bidding me pick away, but he sheared off three to my one, and at the end of a few minutes I was holding the rhubarb leaf against my breast to keep the fruit from falling over the side.
"There you are," he cried at last.

"That do ?" "Oh, yes, sir," I said; "but--" "That's enough," he cried sharply.

"Here, hand over that sixpence.
Money's money, and you can't get on without it, youngster." I gave him the coin, and he took it, span it up in the air, caught it, and after dragging out a small wash-leather bag he dropped it in, gave me a comical look as he twisted a string about the neck, tucked it in, and replaced the bag in his pocket.
"There you are," he cried.

"Small profits and quick returns.

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