said the grocer, eyeing the coin with suspicion.
"'Of course it's mine,' said little Willy Kaatenstein, impatiently. 'And I want the things right away.'
"'Well, I suppose its all right, my boy,' said the grocer. 'If it isn't, one of us'll have to suffer, I guess. Now, what did you say you wanted?'
"Little Willy Kaatenstein repeated his order, and added other items.
"'Now, Master Kaatenstein,' said the grocer, 'you never will be able to carry all that. That'll make a pile of stuff. Better run back and get your little wagon'—for he knew the Kaatenstein wagon, having often placed in it a paper of sugar or a sack of salt or three tins of something according to Mrs. Kaatenstein's order—for the children to draw home.
"So little Willy Kaatenstein ran back and got the little wagon from the front
