"I think I'll just go in with you, Willie."
Willie knew the cakes he wanted, but, being a wary trader, he priced other kinds first.
"Them's two for a nickel," the German lady behind the counter told him, "and them's a cent apiece—ten cents a dozen. Oh, them's real expensive—five cents apiece."
Finally he pointed to the objects of his choice. They were long, thick, yellow cakes, fancifully encrusted with chocolate.
"Three for a nickel," the German lady said.
Willie sighed so hopelessly that the German lady relented.
"By rights, they're three for a nickel, but I tell you what I'll do: I'll make 'em to you a cent apiece. But you mustn't tell no one."
Willie promised he wouldn't, and bought two. In payment he offered the German lady a dime. Margery looked significantly at the change as the German lady counted it out; but Willie quite mechanically slipped it all into his pocket.
The German lady beamed on them kindly.
"Say, yous two can sit down at one of them little tables, if yous want to, and eat your cakes. By rights, only ten-cent orders can sit down, but I'll let yous this time."