“No, there is something better.”
“But I am only selling the scarf to you,” and she began to fold it up while her cheeks became more red.
“What’s the price?” asked Jimmy.
“Only $6, and very cheap.”
“All right, I’ll take it; let me see what else you’ve got there.”
And presently they were both sitting on the rug, he on one side of the bag and she on the other. In a half hour he had spent one hundred dollars, but to save his life he couldn’t have told what it was he had bought and, what was more, he didn’t care.
He laid the crisp new bill on her knee, and as she began to fold up the remnant of her stock he asked questions.
“You said your brother went around with you. Is he really your brother or something else?”
“My own brother; why should I tell you a lie?”
“I don’t know except that there are a great many brothers and cousins in this world who are not brothers or cousins at all, except as a matter of convenience. You know, I think you are a nice little girl and I fancy I’m getting just a bit gone on you. I don’t mind buying things from you, but I should like it if you and I could be friends.”