"And thanks for the eats. Ask us to come to your next party, that is if there is no work to do."
"Why you lazy things! There'll always be work at Shirley's Shop," said Bet.
"Bye-bye," waved Bob as he and Phil departed.
The girls hurried on with their different tasks. Kit and Bet were making the lamp shades, chattering of their plans for the future.
Shirley putting some prints away noticed the fan.
"Say, Bet, why was old Peter Gruff so excited about the fan?"
"That's just his way. He's simply crazy about antiques. He'll be offering Dad a dollar and a half for it some of these days."
"We can see right down into his basement from our rear window," said Joy. "Did you ever see such a disorderly place? Isn't it a wonder that he ever sells anything?"
The boys had not been gone long when two women walked past the shop, then turned and stopped at the window with an exclamation of surprise.
"When did this place open? Isn't it attractive? Let's go in and see who it is and what they have."