There were baskets of big blue plums.
There were rows of oranges and lemons.
There were ever so many kinds of fruit in the groceryman’s window.
“A fine day, Madam,” the groceryman said, when they went in the store. “What can I do for you today?”
“I want some fresh eggs,” said Mother.
“These are fresh from the country,” said the groceryman.
“I will take two dozen,” said Mother.
“What will you have next?” asked the groceryman.
“A pound of your best butter,” said Mother.