Ida was
glad to be in the open air once more.
"This is a little better than being shut up in the closet, isn't
it?" said Peg.
Ida owned that it was.
"You see you'll have a very good time of it, if you do as I bid you.
I don't want to do you any harm. I want you to be happy."
So they walked along together, until Peg, suddenly pausing, laid her
hand on Ida's arm, and pointing to a shop near by, said to her, "Do
you see that shop?"
"Yes," said Ida.
"Well, that is a baker's shop. And now I'll tell you what to do. I
want you to go in, and ask for a couple of rolls. They come at three
cents apiece. Here's some money to pay for them. It is a silver
dollar, as you see. You will give this to them, and they will give
you back ninety-four cents in change. Do you understand'?"
"Yes," said Ida; "I think I do."
"And if they ask if you haven't anything smaller, you will say no."
"Yes, Aunt Peg."
"I will stay just outside. I want you to go in alone, so that you
will get used to doing without me."
Ida entered the shop. The baker, a pleasant-looking man, stood
behind the counter.
"Well, my dear, what is it?" he asked.
"I should like a couple of rolls."
"For your mother, I suppose," said the baker, sociably.
"No," said Ida; "for the woman I board with."
"Ha! a silver dollar, and a new one, too," said the baker, receiving
the coin tendered in payment.
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