But they weren't; and one after another the people, to whom they offered their wares, refused even to look at them.
At last, when they were well-nigh discouraged, a kind lady, to whom they offered the extract, seemed a little more interested than the others.
"Why," she said, looking at Stella, "aren't you Guy Martin's little girl?"
"Yes'm," said Stella, meekly, wondering if this fact would interfere with the sale of the goods.
"Well, then, I must surely buy some," said the lady, smiling; "how much is it?"
"Fifty cents a bottle, if you give the bottle back," said Stella, who felt that the lady's friendliness toward her demanded that she should answer?
"Fifty cents a bottle!" exclaimed the lady. "Surely you can't mean that! Why, pennyroyal extract isn't worth a cent a quart!"
The girls looked genuinely disturbed. This was a different opinion, indeed, from that advanced by the pretty lady who had bought three bottles!
Marjorie suddenly began to feel as if she were doing something very foolish, and something which she ought not to have undertaken without Grandma's advice.
"Is that all it's worth, truly?" she asked, looking straightforwardly into the lady's eyes.