dill pickles dripping sourness for a small girl with straw-colored
pig-tails.

Mr. Daggett beamed cordially upon Mrs. Black, as he dropped two
copper pennies in his cash-drawer.

"Good evening, ma'am," said he. "What can I do for you?"

"A ten-cent can of baking-powder, if you please," replied the lady
primly.

"Must take a lot of victuals to feed them two boarders o' yourn,"
hazarded Mr. Daggett, still cordially, and with a dash of
confidential sympathy in his voice.

Mr. Daggett had, by virtue of long association with his wife,
acquired something of her spontaneous warm-heartedness. He had found
it useful in his business.

"Oh, they ain't neither of 'em so hearty," said Mrs. Black, searching
in her pocket-book with the air of one who is in haste.

"We was just speakin' about the young woman that's stopping at your
house," murmured Mr. Daggett. "Let me see; I disremember which kind
of bakin'-powder you use, Mis' Black."

"The Golden Rule brand, if you please, Mr. Daggett."

"H'm; let me see if I've got one of them Golden Rules left," mused
Mr. Daggett.... "I told the boys I guessed she was some relation of