“It’s candy!” cried she; and seizing the package, and putting a piece into her mouth, she made for the steps.
“Why, where are you going?”
“I am going to show my candy to sister Lucy,” replied she, munching.
“Won’t you give me a piece?”
“Yes,” replied she, toddling back with alacrity. “Don’t take a big piece,” cautioned she, when she saw him examining the contents of the precious package. “Take a little piece.”
The stranger smiled. “Laura,” said he, “there is a good deal of human nature in man; don’t you think so?”
“Yeth, ma’am,” replied she, abstractedly; with one hand thrusting into her mouth a second piece, while with the other she reached down into the bag for a third. “You seem to like candy?”
“Yeth, I doeth,” without looking up.
“Come,” said he, taking the package and closing it; “if you eat it all, you won’t have any to show your sister Lucy; besides, it will make you sick.”
“Candy don’t never make me sick. I can show sister Lucy the booful bag what the candy came in. Where is the speckled candy?”