Mary-’Gusta，theboxofmarshmallowsinherhand，regardedtheboyonthenailkeg。Hiseyesmethersandinthemwasalookofsuchuttermiserythatthegirlrelented。Herfeelingofsatisfiedresentmentchangedtoonealmostofpity。Shehadbeenmadetofeelridiculousherselfatvarioustimesinhershortlifeandsherememberedthesensation。Mary-’Gusta，ashasbeenmentionedbeforeinthishistory，wasoldforheryears。
Sheconsideredamoment。Thenshethrusttheboxbeneaththecounter。
“IguessI’dbetternotsellyouthose，anyway，“shesaidwithdecision。“UncleZoethsaidtheyweren’tfresh。I’llopenthecaseinthebackroom。“
Ednastampedherfoot。
“Wecan’twaitforthat，“shedeclared。“Wemustgowithoutthem，I