He had with him a few
pound parcels of tea, which he thought he could perhaps succeed in
disposing of at such places.
He selected a house at random, and rang the bell.
A servant answered the ring.
Frank felt rather embarrassed, but there was no time to hesitate.
"I have some samples of tea with me," he began, "of excellent quality
and at reasonable prices."
"It's no use," said the girl, abruptly. "We never buy of peddlers," and
she closed the door in his face.
"Not a very good beginning," thought Frank, rather mortified. "So I am a
peddler," he said to himself, and he called to mind the agents and
peddlers who in past years had called at the Cedars.
With some compunction, he remembered that he had regarded them with some
contempt as traveling nuisances. Now he had entered the ranks of this
despised class, and he began to see that they might be perfectly
respectable, and were estimable persons, animated by a praiseworthy
desire to make an honest living.
Thus thinking, he called at another door.
It was opened, not by a servant, but by an elderly maiden lady, who had
rather a weakness for bargains.
"I've got some nice tea," said Frank, "which I should like to sell you.
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