She looked at the knife, longing in her eyes. When she glanced again at Jeff, she was not so hostile.
"Got no money," she admitted.
Jeff laughed. "I asked for none! Our conversation became so fascinating that I had no chance to explain that I represent Tarrant Enterprises, Ltd. We have long recognized the needs of people such as yourself, people who prefer the refined quiet of country life to crowds and cities. But country life, as you must know, is not without inconveniences. Our only aim is to bring to the doors of people such as yourself whatever may not be available."
Her eyes were suspicious. "You mean you're givin' me this knife?"
"Not at all, ma'am. Tarrant Enterprises, Ltd., is always willing to barter. Umm! Is that roast chicken I smell?"
"I ain't tradin' you no roast chicken for no little knife!"
"Surely one small knife will not fill your needs?"
"Well, I could use some cinnamon sticks."
With the same magical ease, Jeff opened his pack and gracefully offered a small parcel of cinnamon sticks.
"Cinnamon from Ceylon," he said, at the same time wondering if he did not have cinnamon and tea confused. He went on, "The world's only pure cinnamon, made available to Tarrant Enterprises, Ltd., through special sources."