his appearance in the city with this new finery, he felt his ambition concerning personal decoration completely satisfied.
The neatness of his dress, and his manly way of proceeding, attracted attention, and induced his customers to call him ‘the little Governor.’
For several years, he was universally known in the market by that title.
Fortunately, his father had no wish to obtain undue advantage in the sale of his produce; for had it been otherwise, his straight-forward little son would have proved a poor agent in transacting his affairs.
One day, when a citizen inquired the price of a pair of chickens, he answered, with the utmost simplicity, ‘My father told me to sell them for fifty cents if I could; and if not, to take forty.’
‘Well done, my honest little fellow!’
said the gentleman, smiling, ‘I will give you whatever is the current price.
I shall look out for you in the market; and whenever I see you, I shall always try to trade with you.’
And he kept his word.
When quite a small boy, he was sent some distance of an errand, and arrived just as the family were about to sit down to supper.
There were several pies on the table, and they invited him to partake.
The long walk had whetted his appetite, and the pies looked exceedingly tempting; but the shyness of childhood led him to say, ‘No, I thank you.’
When he had delivered his message,