She moved her head up and down, bestowing all her attention on a parcel-laden woman bound to drop something the next time she stirred.
"What did you get?"
"A doll's flat-iron and a muslin bag of candy. I put the iron on to heat, and it melted. I gave what was left to Jimmy."
"Who gave them to you?"
"Off the Sunday-school tree. But there were no lights on it, because it was daytime. Sally, I know something that has a hundred—"
"What's that? Let's see if you've got it now?"
Tibbie looked a little shamefaced, then said, "A dollar—is a hundred cents."
"Well, and would I be bringing you so far just to show you a dollar? This is worth as much as a dollar, every individual one of them. Tibbie, it's just the grandest sight you ever seen—pink and blue and yellow and striped—"
Tibbie, who was looking Sally fixedly in the face, as if to see if her secret anywhere transpired, now almost shouted, "It's marbles!"