It led downward and Ray, without thinking, walked down the tiny stairs.
At the very end of the staircase he came to a small, iron door, which, like everything else, had a bluish tinge.
Ray opened the door and walked into a room that was fitted up with shelves and a grand show-case. It looked very much like a store.
In the center of the room sat a little old man, dressed in blue, with a queer, blue cap on the top of his head.
“Well, my boy, what can I do for you to-day,” asked the little blue man, jumping to his feet and making a low bow to Ray.
“Nothing, thank you,” said Ray, looking curiously around.
“Then you don’t care to buy,” said the little blue man, and it seemed to Ray that his whole appearance became a deeper blue, and he seemed disappointed.
“What have you to sell?” asked Ray.
“Manners,” answered the little man quickly.
“Manners!” repeated Ray, “how funny, I didn’t know that manners were for sale.”