"Then it's got to be sold," called back Nancy. She was sitting on the counter counting fish lines, a dozen to each box. "Sold nothing!" retorted Ted. "I'd like to know why I can't have the best--" "You can, Teddy dear," Ruth told him. "You have been a perfect lamb to help us all afternoon, and I never did see two legs do more trotting than yours have done since Nancy locked the front doors and put us all to work like prisoners. You may certainly have the reel, and there's a wonderful pole back of the empty cigar boxes--there on that first shelf. See it? It's in a gray case--" "Ruth Ashley! Whose store is this?" Nancy pretended to be very severe but her jolly little laugh filtered through the words in giggles and titters. "If you are going to give things away, why not start in with the perishables? There's a basket of apples, Ted himself bought out of the general fund, and unless they can be sold as bait, I don't see what we're going to do with them." She had counted out all the fish lines and was resting against the old-time candy glass case, now neatly filled with post cards and stationery supplies. They had had a merry time getting the Whatnot Shop ready for the first special sale, and girl-like, had expended a lot of energy upon pretty effects in the arrangements of articles. Mrs. Brandon "chipped in" as Ted expressed it, and Nancy was able to supplement her stock considerably. She had also made a very attractive poster for the big front window, in fact, it was so attractive that Ruth put another sign right alongside of it which stated: This poster, handmade, for sale Price $2.00 "We always sell our charity posters," she insisted, "and they are never as pretty as this. Just look at that fish. What is he, Nancy? A cat-fish or a pickerel?" "I'm totally ignorant of the varieties," replied Nancy grandly. "But I like the flecks on his back so I made him up flecked." "The fellows will be here awfully early," Ted warned the girls, "so you better be ready to sell, quick as the door's opened." "We'll be here," sang out Ruth. "And Ted, be sure to tell them this is a strictly cash sale. No charging and no refunds. If you buy a fish pole and find it's a curtain rod you've got to go fishing with the curtain rod. Nancy, here's those fancy little colored bags to fool the poor fish with. Where do you want them put? Some place very safe, for they're easily broken, you know," Ruth cautioned. "Right here in the show case," Nancy directed. "They're too cute to be stuck away on a shelf. Ted, you better run off and have some fun. I don't want mother to think we've been stunting your growth. You know how particular she is about exercise." "Exercise!" repeated Isabel. "As if the poor child hasn't been stretching every muscle to its utmost all afternoon. Take my advice, Ted, and lie down. I'll make an ice bag out of an old bathing cap--"