One pleasant morning in November, as she walked up the court, she met Ann Grippen, a sister of Johnny who stopped to talk with her. The Grippen family consisted of eleven persons. The father was a day laborer, and as his wages were small, and he had a great many mouths to feed, they were, of course, miserably poor. The older children showed no ability or disposition to help their parents but spent most of their time in strolling about the streets. Johnny was a fair specimen of the boys, as Ann was of the girls. She might have been seen almost any day with a well-worn basket on her arm, exploring the streets and wharves in search of chips, for Johnny was too vicious to do the work which more properly belonged to him. "You sell lots of candy now--don't you?" said Ann. "Yes, a great deal," replied Katy, who was not disposed to spend her time idly, and in the company of one whose reputation in the neighborhood was not very good. "Stop a minute--won't you? I want to speak to you." "I will; but be as quick as you can, for I am in a hurry." "Don't you think I could sell candy?" continued Ann. "I dare say you could. Why don't you try, if you want to?" "But I haven't got no candy; and mother can't make it, as you can. If you are a mind to let me have some, I will sell it for you, and you may give me what you like." The idea struck the little merchant very favorably. There were a great many girls just like Ann Grippen, who were wasting their time about the streets, and learning to be wicked. Why couldn't she employ them to sell candy? "I will try you," replied Katy. "Well, I'm all ready to begin." "Not yet," said the little candy merchant, with a smile. "Yes, I am." "Your face and hands are very dirty." "What odds will that make?" asked Ann, rather indignantly. "Do you suppose anybody would eat a stick of candy after you had touched it with those dirty fingers? Your customers would be afraid of being poisoned." "I s'pose I can wash 'em," replied Ann, who seemed still to regard it as a very unnecessary operation. "It would be a good plan; and while you are about it you must not forget your face." "I ain't a-going to touch the candy with my face," added Ann, triumphantly. "Very true; but if people saw you with such a dirty face, they would be afraid your candy was not very clean." "Any way you like. I will wash my face and hands both, if that's all." "But that isn't all. Your dress is very dirty and very ragged." "I can't afford to dress like a lady," said Ann, who had some of her brother's disposition, and under any other circumstances would have resented Katy's plain home thrusts. "You needn't dress like a lady; but the neater and cleaner you are, the more candy you will sell." "I will fix up as much as I can." "Very well; if you will come to my house to-morrow morning, I will let you have some candy." "How much will you give me for selling it?" asked Ann.