Ah, he might laugh, but--" "Well, go on." "My heart beats so.

Well, I went back to my booth and picked up my stall and my fruits, what I could find of them.

I couldn't keep my stall for two days I got such a fright, and when I got round I couldn't bide the booth where the thing had happened, so I came over to the other side.
Oh, the rascals, if I could but see them hanged." "For what ?" "Why, for stealing my book." "I thought you didn't dislike stealing,--that you were ready to buy things--there was your son, you know--" "Yes, to be sure." "He took things." "To be sure he did." "But you don't like a thing of yours to be taken." "No, that's quite a different thing; what's stealing handkerchiefs, and that kind of thing, to do with taking my book; there's a wide difference--don't you see ?" "Yes, I see." "Do you, dear?
well, bless your heart, I'm glad you do.

Would you like to look at the book ?" "Well, I think I should." "Honour bright ?" said the apple-woman, looking me in the eyes.
"Honour bright," said I, looking the apple-woman in the eyes.
"Well then, dear, here it is," said she, taking it from under her cloak; "read it as long as you like, only get a little farther into the booth--Don't sit so near the edge--you might--" I went deep into the booth, and the apple-woman, bringing her chair round, almost confronted me.

I commenced reading the book, and was soon engrossed by it; hours passed away, once or twice I lifted up my eyes, the apple-woman was still confronting me: at last my eyes began to ache, whereupon I returned the book to the apple-woman, and giving her another tanner, walked away..