"Ten cents a quarter peck," the woman told her.
"Oh, I meant how much apiece."
"I guess you can have 'em for a cent apiece. There'll be about ten in a quarter, I expect."
"Then I'll take two." The woman picked out two fine red ones and handed them to her. "I have three cents left," said Patty. "What shall I get, Marian?" Her eyes roved along the shelves.
"That soft mixture's nice," said the woman, "and it's right fresh."
"Can I get three cents' worth?"
"Oh, yes."
"Then I'll take it."
The woman took down a box of mixed cakes and weighed out the necessary amount. Patty gave the five cents and the two little girls left the store.
"I never was so hungry," said Patty, her teeth immediately seeking the apple.