long and have a look at the
shop."

Titania found the bookseller at his desk. "Here I am, Mr. Mifflin,"
she said. "See, I brought a nice sharp pencil along with me to make
out sales slips. I've been practicing sticking it in my hair. I can
do it quite nicely now. I hope you have some of those big red books
with all the carbon paper in them and everything. I've been watching
the girls up at Lord and Taylor's make them out, and I think they're
fascinating. And you must teach me to run the elevator. I'm awfully
keen about elevators."

"Bless me," said Roger, "You'll find this very different from Lord and
Taylor's! We haven't any elevators, or any sales slips, or even a cash
register. We don't wait on customers unless they ask us to. They come
in and browse round, and if they find anything they want they come back
here to my desk and ask about it. The price is marked in every book in
red pencil. The cash-box is here on this shelf. This is the key
hanging on this little hook. I enter each sale in this ledger. When
you sell a book you must write it down here, and the price paid for it."

"But suppose it's charged?" said Titania.

"No charge accounts. Everything is cash. If someone comes in to sell
books, you must refer him to me. You mustn't be surprised to see
people drop in here and spend several hours reading. Lots of them look
on this as a kind of club. I hope you don't mind the smell of tobacco,
for almost all the men that come here smoke in the shop. You see, I
put ash trays around for them."

"I love tobacco smell," said Titania. "Daddy's library at home smells
something like this, but not quite so strong. And I want to see the
worms, bookworms you know. Daddy said you had lots of them."

"You'll see them, all right," said Roger, chuckling. "They come in and
out. To-morrow I'll show you how my stock is arranged. It'll take you
quite a while to get familiar with it. Until then I just want you to
poke around and see what there is, until you know the shelves so well
you could put your hand on any given book in the dark. That's a game
my wife and I used to play. We would turn off all the lights at night,
and I would call out the title of a book and see how near she could
come to finding it. Then I would take a turn. When we came more than
six inches away from it we would have to pay a forfeit. It's great
fun."

"What larks we'll have," cried Titania. "I do think this is a cunning