This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1914 Excerpt: ...shop window, delivered it to her first customer. "No matter for the money," said she, giving him a little push toward the door. It seemed such pitiful meanness to take the child's pocket money in exchange for a bit of stale gingerbread. "No matter for the cent. You are welcome to Jim Crow." The child, staring with ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1914 Excerpt: ...shop window, delivered it to her first customer. "No matter for the money," said she, giving him a little push toward the door. It seemed such pitiful meanness to take the child's pocket money in exchange for a bit of stale gingerbread. "No matter for the cent. You are welcome to Jim Crow." The child, staring with round eyes, took the man of gingerbread and left the shop. No sooner had he reached the sidewalk (little cannibal that he was!) than Jim Crow's head was in his mouth. As he had not been careful to shut the door, Hepzibah closed it after him, with an ejaculation about the troublesomeness of young people, and particularly of small boys. She had just placed another representative of the renowned Jim Crow at the window when again the shop bell tinkled. Again the door, thrust open, disclosed the same sturdy little urchin who, precisely two minutes ago, had made his exit. The crumbs and discoloration of the cannibal feast were exceedingly visible about his mouth. "What is it now, child?" asked the maiden lady, rather impatiently; "did you come back to shut the door?" "No," answered the urchin, pointing to the figure that had just been put up; "I want that other Jim Crow." "Well, here it is for you," said Hepzibah, reaching it down. But recognizing that this customer would not quit her on any other terms, so long as she had a gingerbread figure in her shop, she partly drew back her extended hand, --"Where is the cent?" The little boy had the cent ready, but, like a trueborn Yankee, would have preferred the better bargain. He put the coin into Hepzibah's hand and departed, sending the second Jim Crow in quest of the former one. The new shopkeeper dropped the first solid result ...
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