"Now, my little girl," said the bookkeeper, "when you wish to visit the workshop again, you may enter without further permission; and I am sure the men will all be very glad to see you." "But I want some of that candy," said one of the workmen. "My little girl would jump to get a stick." "Then she shall have some," replied Katy, "for I will go home and get some more;" and she left the building and hastened home for a further supply of the popular merchandise. "O mother! I have sold out all my candy, and I want a lot more!" exclaimed she, as she rushed into the room, full of excitement and enthusiasm. "Be calm, child; you will throw yourself into a fever," replied Mrs. Redburn. "You must learn to take things more easily." "O dear! I have only twenty sticks left. I wish I had a hundred, for I am sure I could sell them." "Perhaps it is fortunate you have no more." "But I must make some more to-night for to-morrow." "Don't drive round so, Katy. Be reasonable, and don't think too much of your success." But Katy could not stop to argue the matter, though, as she walked along the street, she thought of what her mother had said, and tried to calm the excitement that agitated her. It was hard work to keep from running every step of the way; but her mother's advice must be heeded, and to some extent she succeeded in controlling her violent impulses. As it was, she reached the piano-forte manufactory quite out of breath, and rushed into the workroom as though she had come on an errand of vital importance to its occupants. It required but a few minutes to dispose of her small stock of candy. The workmen all hoped she would come again, and she departed highly elated at her success. "There, mother, I have sold all the candy. What do you think of that?" said she, as she entered her mother's room, and threw off her bonnet and shawl. "You have done very well, I had no idea that you could sell more than twenty or thirty sticks in a day." "It's a great day's work, mother; and if I can sell half as much in a day, I shall be satisfied. Don't you think I shall be able to support you?" "At this rate you can do much more; but, Katy, I tremble for you." "Why, mother?" "You get so excited, and run so, I am afraid it will make you sick." "O, no, it won't, mother. I feel as strong as a horse. I am not tired in the least." "You don't feel so now, because you are so excited by your success." "I shall get used to it in a little while." "I hope so, if you mean to follow this business." "If I mean to? Why mother, what else could I do to make so much money? See here;" and she poured the money she had taken upon the bed-quilt before her mother. "One dollar and thirty-six cents, mother! Only think of it! But I won't jump so another day; I will take it easy." "I wish you would." "I will try very hard; but you can't think how happy I feel! Dear me! I am wasting my time, when I have to make the candy for to-morrow."