a marine store, and to whom
I used to sell whatever I picked up on the beach. She was a strange old
woman, and appeared to know everything that was going on. How she gained
her information I cannot tell. She was very miserly in general; but it
was said she had done kind things in one or two instances. Nobody knew
her history: all that anybody knew was that she was Old Nanny. She had
no kith or kin that she ever mentioned; some people said she was rich,
if the truth were known; but how are we to get at the truth in this
world?
I was soon at old Nanny's store, with the piece of rope coiled over my
arm.
"Well, Jack, what have you got here? a piece of good junk? no, it is
not, for it is quite rotten. Why do you bring me such things? What can I
do with them?"
"Why, mother," says I, "it's new rope; not been used hardly; it's the
very best of junk."
"Boy, boy! do you pretend to teach me? Well, what do you want for it?"
"I want a shilling," replied I.
"A shilling!" cried she, "where am I to find a shilling? And if I could
find one, why should I throw it away upon a thing not worth twopence,
and which will only lumber my store till I die? The boy's demented!"
"Mother," says I, "it's worth a shilling, and you know it; so give it to
me, or I go elsewhere."
"And where will you go to, good-for-nothing that you are? where will you
go to?"
"Oh! the fishermen will give me more."
"The fishermen will give you a couple of stale flat-fish, to take home
to your mother."
"Well, I'll try that," said I, going.
"Not so fast, Jack, not so fast; if I make a penny by you one day, I
suppose, to keep your custom, I must lose something by you the next.
Now, I'll give you sixpence; and how I'm to get my money back I don't
know."
"No, Nanny," said I, "I must have a shilling."
"A shilling, you little cheat! I can't give it; but what do you want?
don't you want a key to your chest, or something of that sort?"
"I've no chest, mother, and therefore don't want a key."
"But you want something out of all the pretty things in my shop; boys
always fancy something."
I laughed at the idea of "pretty things" in her shop, for it contained
nothing but old iron, empty bottles, dirty rags and phials; so I told
her there was nothing that I wanted.
"Well," says she, "sit down a little, and look about you; there's no
hurry. So Mrs. East has got another boy, worse luck for the parish, with
six children already!--Look about you, a
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