It is put up by the Great Pekin Company."
"Are you sure it's nice?" asked the elderly lady. "We've been getting
ours at the grocery store on the avenue, and the last wasn't very good."
"You'd better try a pound of ours," said Frank.
"I don't know but I will," said the lady. "How much do you charge?"
"I have some at fifty cents, some at sixty and some at seventy."
"I guess I'll take the sixty."
Frank had a pound parcel ready, which he delivered to her, and received
his money.
"Seems to me you are pretty young for a peddler," said the lady,
regarding Frank with curiosity.
"Yes, ma'am."
"How old be you?"
"Sixteen."
"Been long in the business?"
"No, ma'am; I've only just commenced."
"You don't say so! Do you make much money at it?"
"I haven't made much yet. I should be glad to supply you with some more
tea when this is gone."
"Well, you can call if you are round this way. If I like it, I will try
you again."
Frank's spirits rose.
His profits on the pound of tea were twelve cents. This was not much,
certainly, but it was a beginning.
At the next three houses he sold nothing, being rather rudely rebuffed
at one.
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