“Are they fine berries?” asked a lady of the fruit-peddler,
who had just rattled off the usual formula, “Blueb’ries,
blackb’ries, huckleb’ries, strawb’ries.”
“Well, pretty good,” he answered. “Not so to say the best.”
“I don’t want them, then,” she answered shortly. “If you can’t
recommend them yourself, they won’t suit me.” A moment later she
opened the window to speak to him on the sidewalk. “You may come
to-morrow, tho, or the next time that you do have nice ones.
It’s something to be able to trust you to tell the truth about
them.”--_Selected._
(3309)
=Trustworthiness, Human=--See CONFIDENCE IN MEN.
=Truth=--See LYING.