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"But they don't taste like anything," complained the little girl.
"Our carrots are nice and sweet," said Mab. "You'll like these. My brother
and I eat them."
"They look nice and yellow," said the little girl. "Maybe I will like
these."
Hal and Mab had sold several boxes of beans and tomatoes and about half a
dozen bunches of carrots, in an hour, and now they began putting their
store counter in order again, for it was rather untidy. Daddy Blake had
told them to do this.
Once or twice the children could not make the right change when customers
stopped to buy things, but Aunt Lolly was near at hand, on the porch, and
she came to their aid, so there was no trouble.
It was rather early in the morning when Hal and Mab started their store,
and by noon they had sold everything, and had taken in over two dollars in
"real" money.
"Isn't it a lot!" cried Hal, as he saw the pile of copper, nickle and
silver coins in the little box they used for a cash drawer.
"A big pile," answered Mab. "We'll sell more things to-morrow."
"No, I think not," spoke Daddy Blake, coming along just then. "We must not
take too much from our garden to sell.
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