If a customer came in, the fat little storekeeper heaved himself up from his armchair and bade Ikey sit still.

Occasionally there would toddle a child with jug or pail, and then the crooked little storekeeper would come forward and work the pump-handle.

But these here little storekeepers, they're tryin' to escape.

Now, how can these little storekeepers like me get together enough to begin to hire slaves?

"It's all right," said the brisk, little storekeeper.