"You folks want to do any shopping?" inquired Uncle Rufus, as he drove
briskly along the lower end of Eastman's principal business street. "I
suppose there's no need of asking that. When doesn't a woman want to go
shopping?"
"Of course we do," Ruth responded, without so much as consulting the
back seat.
"I meant to bring some lavender linen with me to work on," said Roberta
to Aunt Ruth. "Where do you suppose I could find any, here?"
"Why, I don't know, dearie," responded Aunt Ruth doubtfully. "White
linen you ought to get anywhere; but lavender--you might try at Artwell
& Chatford's. We'll go past Benson's, but it's no use looking there any
more. Everybody's expecting poor Hugh to fail any day."
"Oh, I'm sorry," said Roberta warmly. "I always liked Hugh Benson. Mr.
Westcott told me some time ago that he was afraid Hugh wasn't
succeeding."
"The store's been closed to the public a fortnight now," explained Uncle
Rufus over his shoulder. "Hugh hasn't failed yet, and something's going
on there; nobody seems to know just what. Inventory, maybe, or getting
ready for a bankrupt sale. The Benson sign's still up just as it was
before Hugh's father died.
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