The urchin looked from one thing to another.
"It's differcult to know which, ain't it?"
"Take your time, take your time. I'll be serving my other customers."
He eyed Molly concernedly.
"Don't you feel well, miss? You look sort of hysterical. Twenty-four year 'ave me and Jelks kep' this shop and never 'ad our goods laughed at before!"
He turned his attention to Sheila Pat, who was rummaging earnestly for broken toys.
"That's a splendid ball you're looking at, miss. Let me show you how it bounces."
In an instant Kate Kearney was after it; there was a crash, a tumble—and a horse, a donkey, a tin pail, and a box of bricks lay on the floor. K.K., unabashed, seized the donkey and shook it.
"Drop it! Drop it, K.K.!"
The little urchin, after one glance round at the crash, went on staring at the treasure of treasures he had found on the counter—a small wooden table with pink and white cups and saucers, plates, tea-pot, milk jug, and sugar basin set out invitingly on a spotless white cloth. The last brick hunted out of the last corner and put back into its box, they turned their attention to their small customer again. Nell whispered quickly to Denis:—