The suburban citizen., 1902-04-19
nYesw returned the man, lnterro.

there WAS u phuses
Something nice, you knowT haz'
aaled Maisie, pleasantly.
Here are some very fine chickens
we got in to-day. Philadelphia, dry
picked suggested the man.
Really" said Maisie, philadelphia
chickens? No, l don't think l want
any to-day. Now, don't you think .
steak would. be nicer?
"Porterhouse or sirloin, ma'amT
asked the storekeeper, hauling from
the ccbox two great slabs Of beef.
"Oh, dear" cried Maisie, greatly EN-
barrassed. II guess don't want that
either. / didn't know they were &c
raw"
would you like couple Of rab
bitsg" asked the man.
"Of course not" returned Maisie,
1--WE want something hearty for din
ner. and, besides, l don't like cheese"
II mean jack rabbits replied the
man, holding up pair.
ugh, they look just like kittens
Now, can't you give me something real
nice"
How would a leg of lamb go,
maam," suggested the storekeeper,
patiently.
"Oh, a-er-the lamb is just what l
wanted. It's got a bone in it, too"
| cried Maisie delighted. How much
Is it?'
Fourteen cents a pound" responded
the man.
"A pound" repeated Maisie,
thoughtfully, as though she had eX.
pected to buy the whole thing en-
bloc "And now for breakfast"
"Some people like sausages," sug'
gested the man.
"Well, I'll take half a-er-yard,"
said Masie.
Half a pound" responded the man,
suppressing some emotion.
"And l want some vegetables, too.
And, oh, some eggs for boiling" ex'
claimed Maisie.
"a dozen eggs" tabulated the man.
'Two quarts of potatoes, l suppose"
For MASKING. And a quart OF
cranberry sauce" added Maisie.
"We only keep the berries. See"
explained the man, lifting some Of
them in his fingers.
"Of course" replied Maisie, with
| dignity.
How would you like an eggplant"
asked the man.
"Oh, can you grow them at home"
cried 1aisie, in astonishment. IL
Thought"
Maisie suddenly blushed very pref
tily, and the eggplant was duly tab
ulated.
"Some celeryT asked the man.
Maisie merely nodded. How much
is lettuce?' she asked.
Ten cents a head" replied the man,
again writing with his pencil.
'T," returned Malsie, recovering her
.composure, always like the hearts
best. would not mind paying n IT.
tie extra"
There's heart in every head" ez-
planned the man.
"Ohw exclaimed Maisie, her ideas
Of anatomy suddenly shattered. I'D
like a dozen--er-a few onions, too"
'White, red, yellow, Spanish or Ber.
muda?" asked the man, with the air
| of one fiinging out a conundrum.
Maisie pondered. IL suppose the red
onions would match the cranberry
sauce" she hazarded, beginning TO
think out a color scheme Of vegetables
for the dinner. They'd look so nice
on my blue china set, too"
They're strong enough to be a
match for almost anything, maam,"
replied the man, kindly. II think
they're usually only used for cooking"
II didn't intend to eat 'em now"
said Maisie, with something of petul.
ance in her voice, but you can send
the kind that is used by your best Gus.
toners. | wish | could get red vege.
table for that blue china set though.
Oh! Beetsl A quart Of red beets.
That's all. Send them to Miss Maisie
Kingston, II Marshmallow street"
Maisie fluttered out In minute,
however, she was back again, bit
flushed and blushlng.
II forgot something" she cried. Il
wanted to order a dozen buckwheat
cakes to go with those sausages. And
and l made mistake in the name,
too. Send the things please TO Mrs.
Livingston Travers, II Travesty
pldce. Mrs. Livingston Travers,
please. Now York Evening Sun.