"I'll sell Harry for a doll with _truly_ hair and a black silk and
ear-rings and some choc'late ca'mels," said she with the air of an old
trader.
"What luck!" he laughed; and diving into another pocket, he brought
forth a handful of candy and filled Molly's apron pockets, then taking
off his great cap he shook down a lovely doll, with _truly_ hair indeed,
long and curly, dressed in a black silk with train and pull-back just
like mamma's.
"And what'll you sell Jonathan for?"
"Johnny, you mean--you can have him for a kitten sir."
In an instant the fur cap was off, and a little mewing kitten was
produced, for her wondering and delighted gaze.
"And the baby--he wouldn't be worth much to me--"
"Well, he is to me--but I'll sell him for a red cardinal sash and a
little sister 'bout as big as Tilly White."
"Whew!" he exclaimed, "you most take my breath away! but here's the
sash--a beauty, too--I don't happen to have any little sisters with me,"
feeling of the outside of his pockets, peering into his pack, and even
taking off the great cap and shaking it as if a little girl _might_ be
folded up in that. "No, really I haven't a little sister about me, but
don't you cry; I'll bring one round to-morrow--and now I must be picking
up these brothers--where are they?"
"Baby Willie is in the back-yard in his carriage and Johnny and Harry
are playing _fooneral_ with him," said she, gravely.
"But that wasn't all; don't cheat me, little girl!" frowned the big
freckled-faced man.
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