"Auntie Gibbs must have thought we were going to feed all of Lynnwood. Sending down a lunch this size!" laughed Shirley.
"But that's so much better than not having enough. Wait until we've finished it, there won't be much left. I know what kind of an appetite I have, and when Bob gets to work he'll eat about half of what's here."
"Aren't you going to wash that orange streak off your face, Phil?" asked Bet.
"No. It's a beauty mark."
While the young people were making merry over their lunch, the door of the shop opened and shuffling feet were heard outside in the front room.
Bet jumped up excitedly, "Maybe it's a customer! Oh girls!"
"Oh, I hope it isn't!" exclaimed Shirley. "We haven't got anything for sale yet."
"Oh, how do you do, Mr. Gruff," Bet's voice was heard from the back room. "You are our first visitor."
"What you doing here?" Peter asked abruptly.
"Listen to the old grouch," whispered Joy to Shirley. "One would think he owned this store."