"A dairy, of course, or a market," replied Frances.
"Wrong. Much cream you'd get! Try a fish-monger's."
At Roger's disgusted tone, Fran giggled, "Oh, I've learned a lot," he went on. "Where would you ask for one of those paper patterns to cut out a dress?"
"A dry-goods store," answered his sister.
"Do say a draper's if that is what you mean," continued Roger. "You would only waste time. Go to a book-shop."
"I will," said Fran. "Thanks for the tip."
"I wanted to get weighed," said Roger, "because I know I am becoming a shadow studying so hard. I asked Miss Estelle where to go and told her I didn't think the nickel-in-the-slot machines were very accurate—Well, what's wrong with that?"
Roger stopped for both Win and Frances were laughing at him.
"Here you are knocking English customs," said Win at last. "As though
Miss Estelle knew what a nickel was, let alone a slot machine, although
I have seen some of them."
"I don't see anything so funny," said Roger huffily. "Perhaps she didn't know, but she was polite enough not to laugh and said the place to get weighed was the hair-dresser's—"