Bet and Shirley decided to frame some of the prints in the narrow gilt frames that Colonel Baxter had purchased for them. And in a few minutes they had them in the window.
"Let's go outside and see what it looks like!" exclaimed Bet excitedly.
The girls walked up and down in front of the store.
"Let's pretend we're just walking by on our way down town. Would it attract your eye?" asked Shirley, seriously.
"Not exactly attract," laughed Bet. "I should say it hits the eye. You can't pass up that orange window."
The girls placed their window display very carefully, putting only a few prints in so that they would show up.
"What we should have is a pretty vase or a vanity box or something of that sort to put in with these prints."
It looked to the girls as if old Peter had come to stay. As Shirley was going through her prints, he noticed the picture of the queen's fan and became quite excited. "That's an antique, isn't it?" he asked.
"Yes, it is a fan that belongs to my father," answered Bet, annoyed at the old man for interrupting their work.
"Let's see the fan," he begged, as if the girls had refused.