"It's extraordinary that anybody should send me a great bag of anything eatable," said Hugh.
"Where did it come from?" said Fleda.
"Philetus fetched it he found it down to Mr. Sampion's, when he went with the sheep-skins."
"How do you know it's for me?" said Hugh.
" 'Cause it's written on, as plain as a pikestaff. I guess it's a mistake, though."
"Why?" said Fleda; "and what is it?"
"Oh, I don't much think 'twas meant for him," said Barby.
"It's oysters."
"Oysters!"
"Yes come out and look at 'em you never see such fine fellows. I've heerd say," said Barby, abstractedly, as Fleda followed her out, and she displayed to view some magnificent Ostraceans "I've heerd say that an English shilling was worth two American ones; but I never understood it rightly, till now."
To all intents and purposes those were English oysters, and worth twice as much as any others, Fleda secretly confessed.