fruiterer

A fruiterer can keep his oranges until the next day, if he is not satisfied with the current price.

It was a very hot morning in August, when little Floy stopped to look in at a city fruiterer's window.

She went to the fruiterer'sTo buy him some fruit,And when she came backHe was playing the flute.

The fruiterer opposite told me that of nights they let loose dogs whose food is hung up on stakes just out of their reach.

The port wine fled for a moment from the fruiterer’s nose as he muttered, ‘Joe Toddyhigh!