But little Publius knew a sweet-shop, and a trick worth two of that.
The proprietor of the sweet-shop, however, was not sensitive.
I see a schoolboy, when I think of him, With face and nose pressed to a sweet-shop window.
The man in the sweet-shop told him his only chance of getting a paper was at the railway station.
She seemed to find nothing odd in the fact of a small boy being in charge of a sweet-shop.
More useful, and the fruit of an even grander tree, are those ‘Brazil nuts’ which are sold in every sweet-shop at home.
She was to feel henceforth as if she were flattening her nose upon the hard window-pane of the sweet-shop of knowledge.