“I’m mixing this with that, as you see,” replied Radley, pointing to two heaps of what looked like coffee on the counter.
MARK’S INDIGNATION AT DECEIT.
“Why should you mix them?”
“Oh, ask no questions, and I’ll tell you no stories!” said Radley, quite dropping his usual formal manner, with a laughing look in his eye which startled the boy.
“Do you mean—is it possible—” exclaimed Mark, his face flushing with indignation as he spoke, “that you are mixing chicory with coffee in order to deceive our master’s customers?”
“You are very green, or you would know that it is constantly done.”
“It cannot be right,” said Mark, “to sell an article under a false name, and get a false price for it too! Surely Mr. Lowe does not know what you are doing!”
“Oh, you most simple of simpletons!” laughed Radley; “do you suppose that I am doing it for my own diversion, to serve my pious master against his will?”