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A Mercantile Transaction.

POUND of jumps!" and I looked in sur prise At little black Rose with her shining eyes. "A pound of jumps!-my mother said A pound of jumps," and she nodded her head. "But, my dear, we've flour, and sugar in lumps, And peanuts, but never a pound of jumps, With walnuts and chestnuts and corn that pops-" "O, O! I forgot! it's a pound of hops!" "B