Nail-ones belonged to an inferior caste. This class included those who had
been about the streets and yards, back of barns and in old corner-lots,
picking up nails or cast-away bits of iron. Their currency was the more
common. A hard-cash customer was about as common as bobolinks in December.

"Callie, come here and buy some fruit!"

"Don't you want some candy, Callie?"

"Buy a toy, Callie!"

"Flowerth! flowerth!" were the various shouts greeting the cash customer.
She was saluted eagerly, as hack-men hail the arrivals in the trains at a
city station. Callie made no reply, but stubbed in a demure, dignified
way, from table to table, finally halting where children's strongest
passion is sure to take them, at the candy table. Here she traded away her
cash.

"And wont you try a piece?" said Juggie to Aunt Stanshy, displaying his
stock of two pieces of candy. "Try dese goods."

She graciously took the sample.

"How do you sell candy?"

"Cent a stick."

"Well, I'll take it."

"Two cents," said Juggie, prudently charging for the piece given on trial