"I am afraid my wants would have to be moderate, there is so little left to buy," he said, wondering if it were poverty on the part of the Radfords which kept the stock so low.
"We are not so nearly cleared out as you would think," Miles answered, in a confidential tone.

"We always like the shelves to look thin at this time of the year; then when the first shipment comes to hand we bring all our surplus stock out of the cellar, and it sells nearly as fast as we can serve it out." "Well, that is one way of doing business; a shrewd way too," remarked Mr.Selincourt, nodding his head.

"I shouldn't wonder if you make a pile some day of your own; you look wideawake enough.
What are you going to be when you grow up ?" "A storekeeper; this store keeper, if Katherine can keep the business going until I'm old enough to take the work over," Miles answered, with the same promptness as had arrested Mr.Selincourt's attention at the first.
"It is a hard life for a girl, I should think," he said, as he sat down on a sugar barrel and watched Miles finishing with the traps.
"Yes, it is very hard.

You see, there is so much tramping over portages, rowing up and down river, and all that sort of thing.

I could manage most of it with Phil's help, only there is pricing the skins, the feathers, and the fish which we take in barter from the Indians.