Zoeth and his partner greeted her cordially and she sat down upon a box at the end of the counter and inspected the establishment.

It was not very large, but there was an amazing variety in its stock.

Muslin, tape, calico, tacks, groceries, cases of shoes, a rack with spools of thread, another containing a few pocket knives, barrels, half a dozen salt codfish swinging from nails overhead, some suits of oilskins hanging beside them, a tumbled heap of children's caps and hats, even a glass-covered case containing boxes of candy with placards "1 c.

each" or "3 for 1 c." displayed above them.
"Like candy, do you ?" asked Mr.Hamilton, noticing her scrutiny of the case and its contents.
"Yes, sir," said Mary-'Gusta.
"How about sassafras lozengers?
Like them ?" "Yes, sir." She was supplied with a roll of the lozenges and munched them gravely.
Captain Shad, who had been waiting on a customer, regarded her with an amused twinkle.
"Sassafras lozengers are good enough for anybody, eh ?" he observed.
"Yes, sir," replied Mary-'Gusta.

Then she added, politely: "Only I guess these are wintergreen." She stayed at the store until noon.