Dotty was very well satisfied, for she enjoyed attention; but
Prudy, who was older, and had a more delicate sense of propriety,
blushed and cast down her eyes. She had thought nothing of driving a
wheelbarrow through the street, but now, for the first time, a feeling
of mortification came over her. If Mr. Bradley would only keep quiet!
"A fine morning, my young friends! Rather warm, to be sure. 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.
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