"And won't you be pleased too?" said the young man, looking round for another untasted dainty.
"I—I don't know, I don't think I shall be able to go; I don't see how we can both get out together."
"Oh, Marion will manage that, I daresay. You must go, Kate, if I can get the orders."
After a little more talk and a little more persuasion, William said he would take two pennyworth of buns, and gave Kate twopence as he spoke.
Kate handed him two buns and glanced over the impoverished plates on the counter, trying to reckon how many had been taken, while he in equal astonishment looked at the small bag she handed to him.
"Miss Kate, I am a wholesale customer, you know," he said at last.
"Wholesale?" repeated Kate; "I don't understand. Of course I know we supply a few shops at a different rate—at wholesale, as you call it, but——"
"You don't mean to say Marion has never let you into the secret of our wholesale trade," whispered William.
"I don't know what you mean, I'm sure."
"Well, never mind, it don't matter; I've got two buns, and I've paid for them;" and William was turning away from the counter, but Kate said quickly—