The little woman turned it bottom up and squinted closely, at last holding it out for their inspection.
“Can you see any figures there?” she asked. “I left my spectacles in the kitchen.”
“Looks like $7.00,” replied Chub dubiously.
“Oh, then it’s seventy cents,” was the reply. “Uriah always made a cent mark like an ought. Was there anything else, Miss?”
“Well,” said Harry, hesitatingly, “we did want some lard and flour, but—”
“How much lard?”
“Have you a small pail of it?”
“No’m, I haven’t; but I can give you any amount you want. Three or four pounds, Miss?”
“About five, I guess. And have you flour?”