I filled a huge basket with them.
I carried it down on my shoulder in Chinese laundry style. I paused every twenty steps.
I slipped within the gate of Mrs. Heine’s back garden.
“Mush—rooms! Water—cresses!” I called boisterously.
“My dear girl!” Grandma smiled out from her door.
“Keep your hands off, please! They are things for sale. To-day they are uncommonly cheap. Will you buy them?”
“How much do you charge?”
“Two thousand words of the story about your illustrious son’s life.”
“What a funny vendor!”
“Tell me something about him! I’m ready to leave you the whole business.”