"She wants you to ask leave always."
"I never used to do that," said Matilda. Her voice choked before she could finish her sentence.
"You will get into trouble."
"One trouble is better than another, though," said Matilda; and she went.
She went first to Mr. Sample's, and asked how much a pound of tea cost.
"The last I sent your aunt," said Mr. Sample, "was one fifty a pound; and worth it. Don't she approve the flavour?"
"I believe so. But I want a little of another kind, Mr. Sample—if you have any that is good, and not so high."
"I have an excellent Oolong here for a dollar. Will you try that?"
"Please give me a quarter of a pound."
"She will like it," said Mr. Sample, weighing the quantity and putting it up; "it really has as much body as the other sort, and I think it is very nearly as good. The other is fifty cents a pound more. Tell Mrs. Candy I can serve her with this if she prefers."