“Have you got any Christmas-tree candles?” he asked as he entered the shop.

“How many do you want?”

“A dozen.”

“Can't let you have a dozen. You can have two boxes—four in a box—eight. Six-pence a box.”

“Got any holders?”

“Holders? Don't ask. Haven't seen one this year.”

“Got any toffee—?”

“Cough-drops—two-pence an ounce—nothing else left.”

“Give me four ounces.”

He watched her weighing them in the little brass scales.