It was when the ladies from the Hill came marketing that they went." She opened her purse, took out six shillings, and held them out to the Terror.
"Five," said the Terror.

"I must pay you a shilling for selling them.
It's what they call commission." "No, sir; I don't want any commission," said Ellen firmly.

"As long as those kitties were there, I sold more butter and eggs and fowls than any one else in the market.

I haven't had such a good day not ever before.

And I'll be glad to sell as many kitties as you can bring me." The Terror pressed her to accept the shilling, but she remained firm.
The Twins rode joyfully home with six shillings.
That night the Terror set his four snares in the hedge of the garden about the common.