So
they went to the next place.
There, there were chickens and ducks for sale. But the Twins had
plenty of those at home. There were stalls and stalls of
vegetables just like Father's, and there were booths where meat
and fish and wood and peat were sold. But the Twins couldn't find
anything they wanted that cost exactly two cents.
At last, what should they see but Vrouw Van der Kloot's fat face
smiling at them from a stall just full of cakes and cookies and
bread, and chocolate, and honey cakes, and goodies of all kinds.
The Twins held up their money.
There on the counter was a whole row of St. Nicholas dolls with
currant eyes, and they knew at once that there was nothing else
in all the market they should like so much!
"Do these cost two cents apiece, dear Vrouw Van der Kloot?" asked
Kat.
"No," said Vrouw Van der Kloot; "they cost one cent apiece."
The Twins were discouraged.
"I don't believe there's a single thing in this whole market that
costs just two cents," said Kat.
"Keep still!" said Kit. "Let me think."
They sat down on the curb. Kat kept still, and Kit took hold of
his head with both hands and thought hard. He thought so hard
that he scowled all over his forehead!
"I tell you what it is, Kat," he said at last. "If those St.
Nicholas dolls cost one cent apiece, I _think_ we could get two
of them for two cents."
"O Kit," said Kat, "how splendidly you can think! Does it hurt
you much? Let's ask Vrouw Van der Kloot.
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