"Wait a minute and we'll go down to Shirley's Shop," cried Bet. "I can't believe such a thing of old Peter but we won't leave anything undone."
And as soon as the girls reached the shop, Kit went over to Peter Gruff's store. She asked to see samplers. "We'd like to have a few for our shop," she remarked to the old man.
"No samplers!" muttered Peter. "I don't keep any. No money in samplers."
"Let me see some pewter pitchers, then." Kit was enjoying the musty old store with its strange collection of odds and ends, piled everyway about the dust-laden store.
Peter Gruff didn't have any pewter pitchers.
"Then, do you happen to have any fans?" exclaimed Kit suddenly, hoping to surprise the old man into looking guilty.
"No money in fans. I don't sell fans."
And Kit had to acknowledge that there was not the slightest change of expression in his hard blue eyes.
But as she poked her way about the place she saw a glass case and inside among bottles, books, old china and other objects, she saw several fans. She edged closer to the case and glanced through the assortment, but the fan she wanted was not there.
Of course she hardly expected to find it. If Peter had taken the fan, he would hide it away for a while at least.