“Five dollars,” said Miss Prettyman. “I’ve sold bags for years, but I never saw so lovely a one at that price.”
“I’ll take that, please,” said Tiny, reaching into her school-bag for her bank.
“Oh, dear,” she cried, “how am I going to get the money out of my pig?”
You should have heard Mr. Storem laugh. “Well, well,” he said, “I guess I’ll have to help you.”
So he helped Tiny “fish” out the five dollars.
Just then some one called him away.
“I’ll be back in a few minutes, Miss Tiny,” he said.
When the cash girl returned with the parcel, the saleslady handed it over to Tiny just as if she were grown up.
“Gee,” exclaimed the cash girl, “ain’t she swell, Miss Prettyman, with the owner of the store escorting her around!”
“Is he? Does he own this store?” asked Tiny, wide-eyed.