"You may look at these goods, but you must not buy anything."
"Lor' missus, why?" asked little Pitapat.
"Because I want you to lay out all your money with my friend Mr. Crash at Tip-Top."
"But after de good gemman has had de trouble?" said Pitapat.
"He shall have his supper and a mug of ale and go on his journey," said Mrs. Condiment.
The sailor arose and scraped his foot behind him in acknowledgment of this kindness and began to unpack his wares and display them all over the floor.
And while the servants in wonder and delight examined these treasures and inquired their prices, a fresh young voice was heard carolling along the hall, and the next moment Capitola, in her green riding habit and hat entered the room.
She turned her mischievous gray eyes about, pursed up her lips and asked Mrs. Condiment if she were about to open a fancy bazaar.
"No, my dear Miss Capitola! It is a sailor with foreign goods for sale," answered the old lady.
"A sailor with foreign goods for sale! Umph! yes, I know. Isn't he a smuggler?" whispered Capitola.