Katy reached Washington Street once more. She had lost all her timidity, and would not have feared to accost the governor, if she had met him, and request him to purchase a cent's worth of molasses candy.  
"Buy some candy?" said she to the first person who passed near her.
 
"No!" was the prompt and emphatic answer of the gentleman addressed.
 
"It is very nice," suggested Katy.
 
"Get out of my may," growled the gentleman, and the little candy merchant deemed it prudent to heed the command.
 
She was nettled by this rude reception, and would have been disposed to resent it, if there had been any way for her to do so. She had not yet learned to bear up against the misfortunes of trade, and her eye followed the sour gentleman far down the street. Why should he treat her in such a rude and unkind manner? What would he say if she should tell him that her grandfather was a great Liverpool merchant, lived in a big house, and had lots of servants to wait upon him? She was as good as he was, any day.
 
"Give me a stick of candy," said a nice little girl with a silk dress on, whom a lady was holding by the hand, at the same time placing a cent on her tray.
 
Katy started at the words, and reproved herself for her want of meekness. She might, perhaps, have sold half a dozen sticks of candy while she had been watching the sour gentleman, and persuading herself that she had been very badly used. She tore off a piece of paper, in which she wrapped up the candy for the purchaser, and handed it to her.
 
"Thank you," said she, as she picked up the copper, and transferred it to her pocket.
 
"Your candy looks very nice," added the lady evidently pleased with Katy's polite manners.
 
"It is very nice, ma'am."
 
"Have you sold much to-day?"
 
"No, ma'am; I have but just come out."
 
"It looks so good, I will take half a dozen sticks for the children at home."
 
"Thank you, ma'am; you are very kind," replied Katy; and her nimble fingers had soon made a nice little parcel for the lady, who gave her a fourpence.
 
Here was another avalanche of good fortune, and the little candy merchant could hardly believe her senses. At this rate she would soon become a wholesale dealer in the article.
 
"Buy some candy?" said she, addressing the next person she met.
 
"No."
 
"Buy some candy?" she continued, turning to the next.
 
"No."
 
And so she went from one to another, and no one seemed to have the least relish for molasses candy. She walked till she came to State Street, and sold only three sticks. She begun to be a little disheartened, for the success she had met with at the beginning had raised her anticipations so high that she was not disposed to be content with moderate sales. While she was standing at the corner of State Street, waiting impatiently for customers, she saw a man with a basket of apples enter a store. She crossed the street to observe what he did in the store, in order, if possible, to get an idea of his mode of doing business. She saw him offer his apples to the clerks and others in the shop, and she was surprised and gratified to see that nearly every person purchased one or more of them. In her heart she thanked the apple man for the hint he had unconsciously afforded her, and resolved to profit by his example.
 
Now that commerce was her business, she was disposed to make it her study; and as she reasoned over the matter, she came to understand why she found so few buyers in the streets. Ladies and gentlemen did not like to be seen eating candy in the street, neither would many of them want to put it into their pockets, where it would melt and stick to their clothes. They would eat it in their shops and houses; and with this new idea she was encouraged to make a new effort. Walking along till she came to a store where there appeared to be several clerks she entered.
 
"Buy some candy?" she said, addressing a salesman near the window, as she raised up her ware so that he could see them.
 
The clerk made no reply, but coming round from behind the counter, he rudely took her arm, opened the door, and pushed her into the street. Katy's cheek burned with indignation at this unprovoked assault, and she wished for the power of ten men, that she might punish the ill-natured fellow as he deserved. But it was all for the best, for, in pushing her out of the shop, the clerk threw her against a portly gentleman on the street, whose soft, yielding form alone saved her from being tumbled into the gutter. He showed no disposition to resent the assault upon his obesity, and kindly caught her in his arms.
 
"What is the matter my dear?" said the gentleman, in soothing tones.
 
"That man pushed me out of the store," replied Katy, bursting into tears, for she was completely overcome by the indignity that had been cast upon her.
 
"Perhaps you didn't behave well."
 
"I am sure I did. I only asked him to buy some candy: and he shoved me right out the door, just as though I had been a dog."
 
"Well, well, don't cry, my dear; you seem to be a very well-behaved little girl, and I wonder at finding you in such low business."
 
"My mother is sick, and I am trying to earn something to support her," sobbed Katy, who, with her independent notions of trade in general, and of the candy trade in particular, would not have revealed this humiliating truth, except under the severe pressure of a wounded spirit.
 
"Poor child!" exclaimed the portly gentleman, thrusting his hand deep down into his pocket, and pulling up a handful of silver. "Here is half a dollar for you, for I know you tell the truth."
 
"O, no, sir; I can't take money as a gift."
 
"Eh?"
 
The gentleman looked astonished, and attempted to persuade her; but she steadily protested against receiving his money as a gift.
 
"You are a proud little girl, my dear."
 
"I am poor and proud; but I will sell you some candy."
 
"Well, give me half a dollar's worth."
 
"I haven't got so much. I have only fourteen cents' worth left."
 
"Give me that, then."
 
Katy wrapped up the remainder of her stock in a piece of paper, and handed it to the gentleman, who in payment threw the half-dollar on the tray.
 
"I can't change it."
 
"Never mind the change;" and the fat gentleman hurried away.
 
Katy was so utterly astounded to find she had disposed of her entire stock, that she did not have the presence of mind to follow him, and the half dollar had to be placed in her treasury. She did not reg............