He turned back to a drugstore, went in and supplied
himself from the best in stock--none too good for his fastidious taste.
"What's your best dry-goods shop here?" he inquired casually.
"Artwell & Chatford's the best--now," responded the druggist, glancing
across the street, where a sign bearing those names met the eye.
"Chaffee Brothers has run 'em a close second since Benson's dropped out
of the competition. Benson's used to be the best, but it's fallen way
behind. Look at Artwell's window display over there and see the reason,"
he added, pointing across the street with the citizen's pride in a
successful enterprise in no way his own rival.
"Gorgeous!" responded Richard, eying an undoubtedly eye-catching
arrangement of blankets of every hue and quality piled about a centre
figure consisting of a handsome brass bed made up as if for occupancy,
the carefully folded-back covers revealing immaculate and downy blankets
with pink borders, the whole suggestive of warmth and comfort throughout
the most rigorous winter season.
"Catchy--on a day like this!" suggested the druggist, with a chuckle.
"I'll admit they gave me the key for my own windows.
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