the obliging Tony, who undertook to transport all bullion from the tables
to the cashier's office.

There now appeared the president's little sister, "Callie Doodles," as she
was familiarly called.

"O, boys, she's got a cent, for mother promised it to her! She isn't a
nail-one!" shouted her brother.

Nail-ones belonged to an inferior caste. This class included those who had
been about the streets and yards, back of barns and in old corner-lots,
picking up nails or cast-away bits of iron. Their currency was the more
common. A hard-cash customer was about as common as bobolinks in December.

"Callie, come here and buy some fruit!"

"Don't you want some candy, Callie?"

"Buy a toy, Callie!"

"Flowerth! flowerth!" were the various shouts greeting the cash customer.
She was saluted eagerly, as hack-men hail the arrivals in the trains at a
city station. Callie made no reply, but stubbed in a demure, dignified
way, from table to table, finally halting where children's strongest
passion is sure to take them, at the candy table. Here she traded away her
cash.

"And wont you try a piece?" said Juggie to Aunt Stanshy, displaying his
stock of two pieces of candy. "Try dese goods."

She graciously took the sample.

"How do you sell candy?"

"Cent a stick."

"Well, I'll take it."

"Two cents," said Juggie, prudently charging for the piece given on trial
also.

As Aunt Stanshy left this enterprising trader, she heard a vigorous
summons:

"Cash! cash!"

At the supper-table that night Charlie asked, "Aunty, what do you suppose
we are going to have now in our club? Something at our fair, I mean?"

"A tornado."

"No, a refreshment saloon; and the boys said they knew you would be in
every day to buy something."

"O dear!" groaned Aunt Stanshy, inwardly.

"We are going to have ice-cream, too, may be. We couldn't afford it in
summer."

"Not in summer? Why, that's the time when people want it most."

"But we make ours out of snow, you know, and could only have it in cold
weather."

"Then I hope, for your sake, we may have some snow, and I see that the
clouds look like it. But the weather is getting colder nowadays, and if
you have your snow, and so can make your ice-cream, it may be so cold that
you will have no customers."

"We will risk _that_. Ice-cream always pays. Ours does, at any rate."

"Snow is coming, I guess, for it looks like a change in the weather."

A change, indeed, was setting in. The ri