"No!" he replied. "That's the old-fashioned way of keeping a store. I don't give away any samples."
When Sandy heard that he was angrier than ever. And he wished he had never given Uncle Sammy any samples of his wheat. But he knew there was no use of appearing angry. So he smiled and asked:
"What is the price of your beechnuts?"
"For one handful, you will have to pay me an ear of corn," Uncle
Sammy said.
"I'll take a handful," said Sandy.
Still the old fellow never stirred.
"Where's your ear of corn?" he inquired.
"Oh! I'll give you that the next time I pass this way," said Sandy. And he made up his mind that he would take good care to keep away from Uncle Sammy's house.
But Uncle Sammy Coon was too sharp.
"That won't do at all," he said. "I must have the corn before I give you the nuts."