“You were here only yesterday,” the child remarked with candor. “Did you like the eggs that well?”
The man managed a sheepish look. “The truth is, I dropped them and broke them, before I could even take them home to my wife.”
“Then you should buy two dozen today,” the girl suggested innocently. “And some quilts to wrap them in.”
“I don’t need a quilt,” the man said.
“A nice table runner, then? See? You can wrap it around the eggs, like this.” She picked up a colorful runner quilted in blues and browns, stitched in the wedding ring pattern, and deftly wrapped up the egg cartons. “Buy the runner, and the eggs are free.” Even at ten, she had long since mastered the art of marketing.
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