is a half eagle for you."

"All sold!" exclaimed May, joyfully.

"Every one, and more ordered. The way was this. Two fine ladies, who
both have infants, came in one day, and both wanted the things; but
both couldn't have them, and neither would purchase a part; so at last
one offered two dollars more than the other, and got them," said Mrs.
Tabb, deliberately taking a pinch of snuff.

"Oh, Mrs. Tabb! dear me, it was more than they were worth."

"Not to _her_, my child. She would have given _ten_ dollars rather
than not get them; and she's so rich she don't know what to do with her
money. So these will just do for Mrs. Osmond, who, I expect, will call
this very day for them.

"I do not feel quite satisfied," said May; "but as it was all
_voluntary_ on her part, I suppose there's nothing very wrong in it."

"Bless you--no. She paid the value of the things, then paid for her
pride and ostentation, which is the way with _all_ worldly people, and
which, thank God, _I_ am not responsible for."

"Thank you, dear Mrs. Tabb; you are very kind to take so much trouble
for me. I must run away now. I shall knit up all my worsted this
week, so please have another package ready for me when I come again.
Good by."

"Good by, Miss May. I declare, if you don't hop about through the snow