She seemed to find nothing odd in the fact of a small boy being in charge of a sweet-shop.
The man in the sweet-shop told him his only chance of getting a paper was at the railway station.
She was to feel henceforth as if she were flattening her nose upon the hard window-pane of the sweet-shop of knowledge.
But little Publius knew a sweet-shop, and a trick worth two of that.
The proprietor of the sweet-shop, however, was not sensitive.
