"I think it
would be fine to know how to make all sorts of candy. Then, if you did
know, and could do it really well, you could make lots of it, and sell
it. People always like candy, and in the city a lot of the shops have
signs saying that they sell Home Made Candy and Fudge. So people must
like it better than the sort they make in factories."
"I should say so, Bessie. But most of those stores are just cheating
you, because the stuff they sell isn't home made at all. Everyone says
mine is much better."
Bessie grew serious.
"Why, Dolly," she said, "I think it would be a fine idea to make candy
to sell! I really believe I'd like to do that--"
"I bet you would make just lots and lots of money if you did," said
Dolly, taking hold of a new idea, as she always did, with enthusiasm.
"And we could get one of the stores to sell it for us and keep some of
the money for their trouble. Suppose we sold it for fifty cents a pound,
the store would get twenty or twenty-five cents and we'd get the rest.
And--"
Bessie laughed.
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