"I mean to say, they are so proud they won't or can't ever give in to each other." "Stubborn," suggested Nancy. "I'm that way sometimes." "And brother and sister," sighed Miss Townsend. "I never could believe that Elmer, my own brother, could, be so--unreasonable." "Why, what's the matter?" Nancy spoke up. "You seem so unhappy." "Unhappy is no name for it, I'm wretched." The distress shown on Miss Townsend's face was now unmistakable. Nancy forgot even the unwashed breakfast dishes. "Can I help you?" she asked kindly. "Yes, you can. What I want is to come in here sometimes--" "Why, if you're lonely for your old place," interrupted Nancy. "It isn't that. In fact I just can't explain," said Miss Townsend, picking up her hand bag, nervously. "But I'm no silly woman. We've agreed to sell this place to your mother and I'm the last person in the world to make a nuisance of myself." "You needn't worry about that," again Nancy intervened, sympathetically. "You are a kind girl, Nancy Brandon, and I guess your mother has made no mistake in buying the Whatnot Shop for you. You'll be sure to make friends, and that's what counts next to bargains, in business," declared the woman, who had risen from the big chair and was staring at Nancy in the oddest way. "If I had a chance--" again the woman paused and bit her thin lip. She seemed to dread what she evidently must say. "I'll be busy here tomorrow," suggested Nancy briskly, "and then perhaps you would like to help me. But I really would like to get the rough dirt out first. Then we can put things to rights." "The fact is," continued Miss Townsend, without appearing to hear Nancy's suggestion, "I have a suspicion." "A suspicion? About this--store?" "Yes, and about my brother. He's an old man and we've never had any real trouble before, but I'm sorry to say, I can't believe he's telling me the truth about an important matter. That is, it's a very important matter to me." "Oh," said Nancy lamely. She was beginning to have doubts of Miss Townsend's mental balance. "No, Elmer is a good man. He's been a good brother, but there are some things--" (a long, low, breathful sigh,) "some things we have individual opinions about. And, well, so you won't think me queer if I ask you to let me tidy the shop?" "Why--no, of course not, Miss Townsend." "Thank you, thank you, Nancy Brandon," emotion was choking her words. She was really going now and Tiny with her. "And perhaps it would be just as well not to say anything about it if my brother should drop in," concluded the strange woman. "Oh, do you suppose he will?" asked bewildered Nancy. "I mean, will he drop in?" "He's apt to. Elmer is a creature of habit and he's been around here a long time, you know." The dark eyes were glistening behind the gold framed glasses. Miss Townsend was still preparing to depart. Nancy opened the screen door and out darted Tiny.