He pushed open the door, and found himself in a shop about twenty-five feet square, littered up with leather shavings and finished and unfinished shoes. A boy of fourteen was pegging, and his father, a man of middle age, was finishing a shoe.
"Good-morning," said Walter.
"Good-morning," said the shoemaker, turning round. "Do you want a pair of shoes this morning?"
"No," said Walter, "I didn't come to buy, but to sell."
"Well, what have you got to sell?"
"A subscription book, finely illustrated."
"What's the name of it?"
"'Scenes in Bible Lands.'"
"Let me look at it."
He wiped his hands on his apron, and, taking the book, began to turn over the leaves.