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MOONFOLK.
exclaimed Mr. Jack, quite delighted.
" Well, liere, you
look over this fellow's pack, and pick out a dress for her
yourself. I've a good
mind to thrash him into the
bargain."
" No, please don't, sir," said Khoda, kneeling down
beside the pack, and pulling the things over quite as if
she enjoyed doing
it. There were several pieces of
dress-goods, as the shop-keepers call them, and the little
girl looked at them all several times, choosing
at last a
nice thick woollen plaid, a little better than the dress
Stout had spoiled. When she had chosen it,
Mr. Jack
made the peddler cut it off ;
and then he made him pay
two dollars for the ten dozen of broken eggs, the number
being neatly written upon a paper pinned upon the
handle ;
and then he let him go, just as the poor old
woman started up, exclaiming
:
" Why, why, what's all this ?
Why, sure, this isn't 1 1 "
" Here's a new dress instead of that, and here's the
money for the eggs ! " cried Rhoda, running toward her
with a gift in each hand. But the poor old thing was
too much confused to attend to her, and kept looking at
her cut skirts and her empty basket, shivering, and shak-
Why,
ing, and crying :
" Why, sure, this isn't I !
I don't believe
Trip would say it was I ! "
" But here's a new dress, and " began Rhoda.
" "
Lord-ha'-mercy-on-me, I know it isn't I ! said the
old woman.