She was a little old...
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She was a little old lady, well advanced in years. She had purchased a small booklet the day before for 25 cents. Now she had returned to obtain a second one for a friend.
As the clerk fixed her package, the lady noticed the price was 35 cents. "But I only paid a quarter yesterday," she remarked. "No, ma'am," the clerk responded, "the price has been the same all week."
The old woman dug the rest of the cost from the bottom of her purse. Just before she turned to leave she laid her handbag on the counter and began to search in it. "I hate to be such a bother," she said as she smiled back at the growing line waiting at the cash register. She had such little luck at what she was hunting that she finally laid down her shawl and packages to better allow searching one by one all the items in her purse. Finally she achieved success, and out from the bottom of the bag was lifted a single dime. "I only paid you 25 cents for that booklet yesterday. I owe you another dime." "Oh no, that's all right," the clerk said, trying to refuse. But the old lady was insistent. "It's the only honest thing to do," she said.
A man, standing behind her, spoke up. "You're right, little mother. It always pays to be honest." "Oh no!" the little lady answered, stuffing the other items back into her purse. "No, it costs to be honest. It just cost me a dime. But Jesus is honest and I try to be like him (Jamie Buckingham, The Last Word, pp. 41-42)."
- Kirby
As the clerk fixed her package, the lady noticed the price was 35 cents. "But I only paid a quarter yesterday," she remarked. "No, ma'am," the clerk responded, "the price has been the same all week."
The old woman dug the rest of the cost from the bottom of her purse. Just before she turned to leave she laid her handbag on the counter and began to search in it. "I hate to be such a bother," she said as she smiled back at the growing line waiting at the cash register. She had such little luck at what she was hunting that she finally laid down her shawl and packages to better allow searching one by one all the items in her purse. Finally she achieved success, and out from the bottom of the bag was lifted a single dime. "I only paid you 25 cents for that booklet yesterday. I owe you another dime." "Oh no, that's all right," the clerk said, trying to refuse. But the old lady was insistent. "It's the only honest thing to do," she said.
A man, standing behind her, spoke up. "You're right, little mother. It always pays to be honest." "Oh no!" the little lady answered, stuffing the other items back into her purse. "No, it costs to be honest. It just cost me a dime. But Jesus is honest and I try to be like him (Jamie Buckingham, The Last Word, pp. 41-42)."
- Kirby
