" Mr. Gammon read this with an
appreciative smile, which. accompanied by a nod, became a greeting
to Mrs. Clover, who was aware of him from within the shop. He
entered.
"How does it go?"
"Two teas and a supper yesterday. A wedding breakfast this morning."
"Bravo! What did I tell you? You'll want a bigger place before the
end of the year."
The shop was well stocked, the window well laid out; everything
indicated a flourishing, though as yet a small, business. Mrs.
Clover, a neat, comely, and active woman, with a complexion as clear
as that of her own best china, chatted vivaciously with the visitor,
whilst she superintended the unpacking of a couple of crates by a
muscular youth and a young lady (to use the technical term), her
shop assistant.
"Why are you off to-day?" she inquired presently, after moving to
the doorway for more private talk.
Mr. Gammon made his explanation with spirit and humour.
"You're a queer man, if ever there was one," Mrs. Clover remarked
after watching him for a moment and averting her eyes as soon as
they were met by his.
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