"Nurse says we are to turn to the left at the end of this street," she said. "Does you know which is the left, Hal? I do, 'cos of my pocket in my frock. First I feel for my pocket, and when it's there I say 'all right,' and then I know that's the right, and when it isn't there I can't say 'all right,' and so I know the side it isn't at is the left."
Hal listened with some interest, but a slight tinge of contempt for feminine garments.
"Boys has pockets at each sides, so all boys' sides is right," he said.
But Peggy was by this time in the midst of her researches for her pocket, so she did not argue the point.
"Here it is!" she exclaimed, "all right, so the nother side is left. This way, Hallie," and very proud to show nurse that she had understood her directions, she led her little brother down the street into which they had now turned.
There were shops in this street, which made it more amusing than the one in which the children lived, even though they had seen them so often that they knew pretty well all that was worth looking at in the windows—that is to say, in the picture-shops and the toy-shops, and perhaps in the confectioner's. All others were passed by as a matter of course. Field's, the shoemaker's, was not quite so stupid as some, because under a glass shade, in the midst of all the real boots and shoes, were half a dozen pairs of dolls' ones, which Peggy thought quite lovely, though apparently no one else was of her opinion, as the tiny things stayed there day after day without a single pair being sold. Peggy herself could remember them for what seemed to her a very long time, and Baldwin, who owned to having admired them when he was "little," assured her they had been there since she was quite a baby; he could remember having "run on" to look at them in the days when he and Terry had trotted in front and nurse had perambulated Peggy behind.
The little boots and shoes came into Peggy's mind just now, partly perhaps because Hal was hanging back so, and she was afraid he would be cross if she asked him to walk quicker.
"Let's run on and look at the tiny shoes in Field's window," she said. "We can wait there till nurse comes up to us. She'll see us."
This roused Hal to bestir himself, and they were soon at the shoemaker's.
"Isn't they sweet?" said Peggy. "If I had a gold pound of my very own, Hal, I'd buy some of them."