not feel like asking folks to buy her wares. The night before, as
she lay thinking about her business, it had all seemed very easy
to her; but now it was quite a different thing. No one seemed to
take any notice of her, or to feel the least interest in the
great
mission she had undertaken. But Katy was aware that it
requires some effort in these days to sell goods, and she must
work; she must ask people to buy her candy.
There was a nice-looking gentleman, with a
good-natured face,
coming down the street, and she
resolved to make a
beginning with
him. He couldn't say much more than no to her, and she placed
herself in a position to accost him. But when he came near
enough, her courage all oozed out, and she let him pass without
speaking to him.
"What a fool I am!" exclaimed she to herself when he had passed.
"I shall never do anything in this way. There comes another
gentleman who looks as though he had a sweet tooth; at any rate,
he seems as
good-natured as a pound of sugar. I will certainly
try him."
Her heart pounded against her ribs as though it had been worked
by a forty-horse engine--poor girl. It was a great
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undertaking to
her; quite as great as
taking a six-story
granite warehouse,
piling it full of
merchandise from
cellar to attic, and
announcing himself as ready for business, to a child of a larger
growth. Everything seemed to hang on the issues of that
tremendous moment.
"Buy some candy?" said she, in
tremulous tones, her great,
swelling heart almost choking her utterance.
"No, child. I don't want any," replied the gentleman, kindly, as
he glanced at the tray on which the candy had been so invitingly
spread.
"It is very nice," stammered Katy; "and perhaps your children at
home would like some, if you do not."
Bravo, Katy! That was very well done, though the gentleman was an
old
bachelor, and could not
appreciate the full force of your
argument.
"Are you sure it is very nice?" asked the gentleman, with a
benevolent smile, when he had laughed
heartily at Katy's jumping
conclusion.
"I know it is," replied the little candy merchant, very
positively.
"Then you may give me six sticks;" and he threw a fourpence on
her tray.
Six sticks! Katy was
astonished at the
magnitude of her first
commercial transaction. Visions of
wealth, a fine house, and silk
dresses for her mother and herself, danced through her excited
brain, and she thought that her
grandfather, the great Liverpool
merchant, would not have been
ashamed of her if he had been
p
resent to
witness that
magnificent operation.
"Have you any paper to wrap it up in?" asked the gentleman.
Here was an
emergency for which Katy had not provided. Her
grandest
expectations had not
extended beyond the sale of one
stick at a time, and she was not prepared for such a rush of
trade. However, she tore off a piece from one of the white sheets
at the bottom of the tray, wrapped up the six sticks as
nicely as
she could, and handed them to the gentleman, who then left her to
find another customer.
Katy, elated by her first success, ran home as fast as she could
to
procure some more white paper, of which she had a dozen sheets
that had been given her by a friend. It was in the back room, so
that she did not
disturb her mother, choosing to
astonish her
with the whole story of her success at noon.
CHAPTER VIII.
KATY SELLS OUT AND VISITS THE MAYOR.
Katy reached Washington Street once more. She had lost all her
timidity, and would not have feared to accost the
governor, if
she had met him, and request him to purchase a cent's worth of
molasses candy.
"Buy some candy?" said she to the first person who passed near
her.
"No!" was the
prompt and
emphatic answer of the gentleman
addressed.
"It is very nice," suggested Katy.
"Get out of my may," growled the gentleman, and the little candy
merchant deemed it
prudent to heed the command.
She was nettled by this rude
reception, and would have been
disposed to
resent it, if there had been any way for her to do