“I guess it will do,” Billy said in an undertone.
That night, for the first time, Maida slept in the room over the little shop.
CHAPTER III
THE FIRST DAY
If you had gone into the little shop the next day, you would have seen a very pretty picture.
First of all, I think you would have noticed the little girl who sat behind the counter—a little girl in a simple blue-serge dress and a fresh white “tire”—a little girl with shining excited eyes and masses of pale-gold hair, clinging in tendrilly rings about a thin, heart-shaped face—a little girl who kept saying as she turned round and round in her swivel-chair:
“Oh, Granny, do you think anybody’s going to buy anything to-day?”