CHAPTER VI.
MR. READING'S FINE SHOP.
ELL, Mr. Reading keeps a splendid assortment indeed!" exclaimed Dick, looking round the immense shop with delight. "There are such lots of fine papers here that the only difficulty will be which to choose!"
"I know what I will choose!" cried Matty; "that paper all covered with pretty little fairies!"
"It is but a poor paper; I cannot in conscience recommend it for wear," said Mr. Reading, who at that instant made his appearance from an inner part of the shop.
"Oh, but it is charming!" cried Matty; "I should care for no paper like that."
"And I see what I like best!" exclaimed Dick; "there's the jolliest paper that ever was made; don't you see it, up in that corner?—sets of cannibals dancing round a fire!"
"That's the Robinson Crusoe pattern," observed Mr. Reading, "a great favourite with young customers of mine."
"That's the paper for my money!" cried Dick; "I never saw anything more to my mind!"