"Don't come around here playing your tricks on me," she exclaimed;
"I won't stand it. Take your bottles and be off!"

She did not shut the door upon them, but so irate was her
expression that the girls were glad to go away.

"Wasn't she awful!" exclaimed Stella, with a troubled face.
"Truly, girls, I don't like this. I'm going home."

"No, you're not, either!" said Marjorie. "Of course, it isn't all
pleasant, but when you're working for charity, you mustn't mind
that. And, besides, like as not the people at the next house will
be lovely."

But they weren't; and one after another the people, to whom they
offered their wares, refused even to look at them.

At last, when they were well-nigh discouraged, a kind lady, to
whom they offered the extract, seemed a little more interested
than the others.

"Why," she said, looking at Stella, "aren't you Guy Martin's
little girl?"

"Yes'm," said Stella, meekly, wondering if this fact would
interfere with the sale of the goods.

"Well, then, I must surely buy some," said the lady, smiling; "how
much is it?"