"I'm obliged to go.
Thank you very much for Pussy's milk.

How much am I to pay?
Oh, a penny?
Thank you.

Good evening." The Pink was once more shut down into her basket, and Daisy hurried out of the shop.

The good-natured woman stared after her, and felt half inclined to call her back; but, like many another, she reflected that it was no affair of hers.

The child went on to the end of the long street, and then stood at a corner where several omnibuses came up.