“No. But I want what I ordered.”
“I thought we’d send it, of course. It will be quite a load.”
“No. Please do the things up and put them into my car for me. How much is it all?”
“Oh, that’s all right. You’re Miss Frazier, aren’t you? You folks have a charge account here.”
“However, I want to pay for these things myself. Do not by any means put them on Miss Frazier’s account.” Elsie spoke primly but with flushed cheeks that contradicted her outward composure.
“Thought I’d just tell you. Yesterday when you came in and paid for things Mr. Holt said there must be some mistake.”
“There is no mistake. And will you please put the box of eggs in a bag? Not just tie them with a string like that!”
“We’re going up your way, miss, in about ten minutes. Why don’t we take ’em?”
But Elsie shook her head, biting her lips with annoyance at the young man’s persistence. She commanded him to put the things into the car.
“To the Bookshop now,” she ordered Timothy as they started again.