The Lamoille news. (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1877-1881, 1878-05-08
How the storsLeeper Grew Rich.

"Oh say, Archie" said little Bessie
Bradley. one rainy morning. Lets
play store"
"Well I'll be the storekeeper, I"
said Archie. "Just rs the man always
does, you know. As if women and girls
could't keep all the stores in the world. I"
"No. 1 want to be storekeeper,
said Bessie. "Cause promised first. +"
cav, Bessie, women don't be store
keepers. They just buy things"
Eyes. But you know 1 hurt my
finger this morning, so you ought to let
me be it, )" said Bessie.
"But you know 1 had to wear this
old, awful jacket this morning, and tore
my new pants, too. And mamma won't
let me wade in the puddles bit, cause
got cold, Bessie, said Archie.
"Didn't you know I had coldP"
Bessie gave feeble little cough. Il
guess other folks has colds, too, Archie
Bradley"
"But you don't know how much
money to ask, Bessie. You may next
time"
"Well, I'll let you," said the gentle
little Bessie. 81 don't care, anyhow"
Archie made scramble upon the table
for mammals work basket. He could
not possibly keep store without that.
Bessie tied on mammals broad garden
hat, which made her look very much
like fly under a cabbage leaf.
Good morning, Mr.. Storekeeper.
How's all your wife and chillensP" said
sociable little Mrs. Flyunderacabbage-
leaf, coming up to the elegant counter
made of two wooden chairs.
ooh Bessie, folks don't say Good
morning to the storekeeper. They just
say Il want to buy some thread, or
something"
"Well," said his obliging customer,
thus instructed in manners, "I want to
buy some fread."
Chow much do you want p asks the
lordly storekeeper.
81 guess a yard Or q pound" says
Mrs. F.
Archie broke off piece about as long
as his arm, and rolled it up in half q
newspaper.
"How much do you cost for that, Mr..
Storekeeper2" asks Mrs. F.
ooh! bout dollar, I guess, says
the storekeeper; cor five cents or ten
dollar-yes, ten dollars" shouts the
storekeeper, getting the bottom figure on
that pound of thread at last.
Here's your money!" says Mrs. F..
entirely satisfied with the price. "Now
want some nice, pretty calico, wiz yell
low and green and pink flowers on it."
"Well, bow much do you want?"
"Lemme see, says Mrs. F. "Iguess
want quart, or else bushel. guess
I'll take bushel of that"
"Well, that's WORT hundred dollars. I"
els n" asked Mrs. +. "But I
guess I've got the money. Yes, here it
is"
" Is there anything more ?" asks the
storekeeper, blandly.
Yes. I'll take some pins" says Mrs.
Flyunderacabbageleaf, holding dolly's
torn overdress on with one hand.
Chow much ?"
well, quart. No; free pints. Free
pints," says Mrs. F.
Well, that prices penny. No; five
dollars. No; centennial dollars, a mil
lion, dodillion !" shouts the store.
keeper, at last, as Mrs. F. stands calmly
waiting till the bottom price is reached
on that article.
Here's the money" says Mrs. F.
cheerfully, opening her fat little fist Oh
the counter.
Mr.. Storekeeper sweeps it off into hi
drawer. He is getting rich. Such lib
eral customers make bookkeeping pro
fitable business.
Mrs. Flyunderacabbageleaf pins o.
dolly'storn overskirt with one of the cost
ly pins she has just bought, and walk
Off What does she care if she did pa
dodillion for three pints of pins MI
Flyunderacabbageleaf is worth gres