"Only sold three this week," said the boy.
"All to cyclists?" asked Pip.
"How should I know?" said the boy. "The customers don't wheel their bikes into the shop with them!"
Pip didn't quite know what to say next. He joined the girls, and they all examined the contents of the rather interesting shop.
"You've got an awful lot of things here," said Daisy. "Do you remember all the prices and everything?"
" 'Course. I've got a good memory," said the boy. "At the end of the day I remember every blessed thing I've sold!"
"Gracious!" said Daisy admiringly. "I bet you don't remember every customer too!"
"Oh yes, I do," said the boy proudly. "Never forget a thing, I don't!"
"Well—I bet you don't remember the customers who bought the three hooters!" said Daisy, quick as a flash. Pip and Bets thought how clever she was!
" 'Couse I do," said the boy. "One was the fellow that lives down the road at Kosy-Kot. The second one was a fellow with rather queer eyes—one blue and one brown—I don't know his name and never saw him before. But I'd know him again all right. And the third one was a fat boy who seemed in a bit of a hurry."