THE DOLL AND HER FRIENDS. 13

Geoffrey’s sixpence would buy nothing but a childish
puzzle of Old Mother Hubbard. Geoffrey said it
was a great shame that every thing should be either
dear or stupid.

“ Can’t you lend me some money, Ned?” con-
tinued he.

“ T can’t, indeed,” replied the other ;. “ mine all
went in this box of tools. Suppose you don’t spend
the sixpence at all now, but keep it till you get
some more.”

“No, I won’t do that; I hate saving my money.”

So saying, he wandered from stall to stall, ask-
ing the price of every thing, as if his purse was as
full as his stomach.

“ How much is that sailor kite?” “ Two shil-
lings, sir.”—“ How much is that bat?” Seven and
sixpence.”—“ How much is that wooden box with
secret drawer?” “ Three shillings.”

“ How provoking!” he exclaimed. “I want
heaps of thing's, and this stupid sixpence is no good
at all.”

“It is better than nothing,” said Edward. “It
is not every day that one’s aunt sends one five shil-
lings to spend in the bazaar; and in common times
sixpence is not to be despised. After all, there are
plenty of things it will buy. Do you want a top?”

“ No; I’ve got four.”