“Red strings are five cents, white ones are ten,” said she. “Pull away!”
The green pocketbook was opened and the bankers peered inside just as if they didn’t already know the contents by heart.
“There are the two fives,” said Letty who thought herself quite a business woman. “Let us spend them now and get rid of them.”
So, after studying the Pie from all angles, two red strings that seemed especially desirable were chosen; and, grasping them firmly and shutting their eyes, Susan and Letty each pulled on her own string and out came two little parcels, neatly wrapped in scarlet paper.
“Look, look!” called Susan, poking a small plaid box, that held four colored pencils, in Letty’s face.
“See mine, see mine!” answered Letty, returning the compliment by thrusting under Susan’s nose a tiny doll’s pocketbook, just big enough to hold a cent.
“I like mine best,” said Susan contentedly.
“I do too,” responded Letty.
And, thoroughly satisfied, they set off hand in hand on a tour of the room.
The handkerchief-and-apron table they passed by with scarcely a glance. That booth might be interesting to grown people, but they didn’t intend to spend any of their money upon such useful, everyday articles.