"You are right, Katy; and that is a Christian view of the subject. I suppose we are in duty bound to keep these girls as honest as we can." "What is your plan, mother?" asked Katy. "We will sell them the candy, instead of employing them to sell it for us." "But they won't pay us." "Let them pay in advance. We will sell them the candy at eight cents a dozen. Any girl who wants two dozen sticks, must bring sixteen cents." "I don't believe we can find any customers." "We can try it. For a time, probably, the sales will be less." "Very well, mother, we will try it; for I think it would be better to keep them honest, even if we don't sell more than half so much." When the girls appeared the next morning to receive their stock, it was announced to them that the business would thereafter be conducted on a different basis; that they must pay for their candy before they got it, and thus become independent merchants themselves. Most of them were unable to comply with the terms, and begged hard to be trusted one day more. Katy was firm, for she saw that they would be more likely to be dishonest that day, to revenge themselves for the working of the new system. The girls were not all dishonest, or even a majority of them, but the plan must be applied to all. Most of them went home, therefore, and shortly returned with money enough to buy one or two dozen sticks. As Mrs. Redburn had predicted, the effect of the adoption of the new plan was unfavorable for a few days. The obstinate ones would not buy, hoping to make the wholesale dealer go back to the old plan. After a week or two, however, they began to come back, one by one, and the trade rather increased than diminished; for many of the young merchants, having the responsibility of selling out all the stock imposed upon them, used greater exertion than before, and strong efforts almost always produced some success. Thus the business went on very prosperously though Mrs. Redburn and Katy were obliged to work very hard--so hard that the former began to experience a return of her old complaint. The affectionate daughter was frightened when she first mentioned the fact, and begged her not to work any more. "What shall I do, Katy?" asked she, with a smile. "Let me make the candy," replied Katy. "I am strong enough." "No, Katy, you are not. I am afraid you are injuring yourself now." "I am sure I am not. But I can't bear to think of your being sick again." "We must look out for our health, Katy; that ought to be the first of our earthly considerations." "We ought, indeed, mother; so, if you please, I shall not let you pull any more candy." "Shall I save my own health at the expense of yours?" "I shall get along very well. I feel very strong."