higgler

Her mother, Maxine Simpson, supported her three children by working as a higgler, a street vendor.

Her mother was a “higgler,” she said, who trawled the Jamaican countryside for surplus produce to resell at market.

The higgler's wares were the merest pretext.

The mode adopted by such men to draw the ignorant higgler into a dark room, where he was generally fleeced, was by assuring him that no one could see them, and as for a glass of old Tom, he would pay for that himself, merely for the pleasure of shewing his goods.

But the higgler went on; and another cart soon appeared, in which she had the pleasure to see a woman, driven by a boy.