“WELL, what kept you so long?” asked Peg, impatiently, as Ida rejoined her at the corner of the street, where she had been waiting for her. “And where's your gingerbread?”
“He wouldn't let me have it,” said Ida.
“And why not?”
“Because he said the money wasn't good.”
“Stuff! it's good enough,” said Peg, hastily. “Then we must go somewhere else.”
“But he said the dollar I gave him last week wasn't good, and I promised to bring him another to-morrow, or he wouldn't have let me go.”
“Well, where are you going to get your dollar to carry him?”
“Why, won't you give it to me?” said Ida, hesitatingly.
“Catch me at such nonsense! But here we are at another shop. Go in and see whether you can do any better there. Here's the money.”
“Why, it's the same piece.”