There was a wooden counter along each side on which rested here and there funny old-fashioned show-cases with mirrors at their backs. One case held pocket-knives sitting enticingly on their little green boxes, fish-hooks, lead sinkers, a solitary pair of pruning-shears, a horn-handled carving-knife and fork, scissors, thimbles, and knitting-needles. Another case showed ribbons, lace, edgings, and similar goods. Back of the counters there were narrow aisles, and beyond the aisles were shelves. On these were dry goods, groceries, patent medicines, cheap straw hats and woolen caps, overalls and jumpers, tinware, woodenware, and crockery. Down the center of the store, between the two counters, leaving an aisle on either side, stood barrels and boxes, tubs and pails, plowshares and bags of fertilizer, rakes and hoes and shovels and brooms, bristling from otherwise empty barrels, and potatoes and onions. There were jars of striped pink and white candy on the shelves and in the window, a few toys--paper kites, marbles, and tops scattered around in various places and--oh, heaps of other things besides. “Talk about your department stores!” exclaimed Chub. “Isn’t this palatial!” “She said we might have some candy,” said Harry, standing on tiptoe and looking dubiously into one of the jars, “but I don’t believe it is very nice, do you?” “I do not!” replied Chub decisively. “But, I think I’ll buy a pair of these beautiful brown overalls for Dick. He’s got oil and grease on every pair of trousers he has with him. He’d look perfectly swell in them, wouldn’t he?” And Chub held up the garments in question. They looked at least six feet long and correspondingly broad, and Harry giggled as she mentally pictured Dick in them. “Chub, you must fold them up nicely again,” she commanded, “and put them back just where you found them.” “Don’t you worry,” Chub responded. “I’m the neat little storekeeper, I am.” He continued his investigations, peering into boxes and barrels and having a thoroughly enjoyable time. “Harry, here’s some real old-style brown sugar like grandmother used to have; remember it? It’s great! Have some?” Harry had some, nibbling it out of the little tin scoop. “But we must pay for it, Chub,” she said anxiously. “Oh, we’ll take this instead of the candy,” Chub replied. “And look here, here’s some dried apricots. My, but I’m glad I came!” “Chub, you mustn’t take things!” cried Harry. “What, just a few old apricots?” “No, not unless you pay for them.” “How much?” asked Chub with a grin. Harry examined the end of the box. “Well, they’re fifteen cents a pound. How many did you take?” “Six.” “Then I should think you ought to pay about a cent.” “Very well.” Chub fished in his pocket and found the required sum. “What do I do with it?” “Put it in the till. And we’ll keep a record of everything that’s sold.” Harry found a paper bag and a pencil and wrote: “Six Dried Apricots $ .01”