"'Foreign language?'" said the man, laughing merrily. "That's English."
"What was it?" asked Walter.
"Comalong—alcomout. I've said it so often I guess it don't sound just right; but I'll do it better for you, so you can understand it. I'll say it slow: Come—along—all—come—out. Do you know what it is now?"
"Oh, yes; that's easy enough," said Walter. "What have you got in your wagon?"
"Everything—calico, muslin, flannel, shoes, stockings, shirts, pots, pans, perfume, ribbons, laces—everything."
He had descended from his perch, and was opening the door of his wagon. It was very neatly arranged inside. The various articles of merchandise were placed separate and in order. With great good nature, the man began exhibiting his wares.
"Here," he said, taking a couple of calico dresses from a box in which they had been neatly folded, "here are two pretty frocks, if you have a little girl. I'll sell 'em cheap. You see they're not the latest style, so we can't very well dispose of them in this fashionable part of the world."
"That's all right," said Aunt Mary. "We may not be so particular. We have a little girl here whom they may fit. Come, 'Rita; let us see."
The child came at her bidding, looking eagerly into the pasteboard box.