"Yes, dearie, I'm selling them.

They're wholesome cakes, and won't do you any harm.

Try these cream wafers." "No, thanks! We don't want anything," stammered Lizzie.
"If you've spent all your money," persisted the hawker, "I'm always open to take a trinket instead.

There's a young lady been here just now, and gave me this in place of a sixpence," showing a small brooch pinned into her bodice.

"Of course such things aren't worth much to me, but I'd do it to oblige you." At the sight of the little brooch Ulyth flushed hotly.
"We're not allowed to buy cakes and tarts," she replied.