“What is it now, child?” asked the maiden lady rather impatiently; “did you Come back to shut the door?”
“No,” answered the urchin, pointing to the figure that had just been put up; “I want that other Jim Crow.”
“Well, here it is for you,” said Hepzibah, reaching it down; but recognizing that this pertinacious customer would not quit her On any other terms, so long as she had a gingerbread figure in her shop, she partly drew back her extended hand, “Where is the cent?”
The little boy had the cent ready, but, like a true-born Yankee, would have preferred the better bargain to the worse.
Looking somewhat chagrined, he put the coin into