Thus thinking, he called at another door.
It was opened, not by a servant, but by an elderly maiden lady, who had rather a weakness for bargains.
"I've got some nice tea," said Frank, "which I should like to sell you. It is put up by the Great Pekin Company."
"Are you sure it's nice?" asked the elderly lady. "We've been getting ours at the grocery store on the avenue, and the last wasn't very good."
"You'd better try a pound of ours," said Frank.
"I don't know but I will," said the lady. "How much do you charge?"
"I have some at fifty cents, some at sixty and some at seventy."
"I guess I'll take the sixty."
Frank had a pound parcel ready, which he delivered to her, and received his money.
"Seems to me you are pretty young for a peddler," said the lady, regarding Frank with curiosity.