"'You won't sell none at that price!' she says.
"'Is that a fact?' I says.
"'Well, what'll you take for em?' she says.
"'Twenty cents a pound,' I says.
"'I tell you it's too much!' she says.
"'I know it's too much for you,' I says, 'and so is the marshmallows. They might give you the dyspepsy!' I says. 'Gitty up, hossy!' and I druv off and left her standin' there with her mouth open. There! now they're all up and I must be ramblin' along, or I sha'n't get nowheres by the end of time."
Miss Fidely had dried her eyes, but the look she fixed on Calvin disturbed him almost as much as the tears.
"I won't say nothin' more," she said; "I see the kind you are; but I wish you could come in to-morrow and see the children. I expect their faces will be a sight, when they see them elegant presents; yes, sir, I do! I expect you'd never forget this Christmas, as I'm certin I never shall. Oh!" she cried with a sudden outburst. "You good man, I hope you'll get your heart's desire, whatever it is."
"I hope I shall!" said Calvin Parks gravely.
"And now," said Miss Fidely, brightening up, "we'll settle. If you'll just lift the lid of that old teapot standin' on the mantel-shelf, you'll find three one-dollar bills and a two. I wish 'twas a hundred!" she cried heartily.