“Never heard of him.”
“Must be one of the original settlers that Fletcher’s always digging around to find.”
“Sounds like somebody’s dog. Anyway, remember when Amabel sold The Mango Tree to Hibiscus? Last month. You remember, Harold. Well, it was in the Gazette. Anyway, Hibby told me yesterday that she’s moving the store off Main Street but didn’t say what she was going to do with the building. When I came by early this morning, I noticed she’d put up a sign. What do you think?”
“They couldn’t get that writing any smaller, could they? What? No, Harold, I do not need glasses. Did Bunty tell you to say that? . . . So what do you think? Think she’ll like it? A shop for all of her wool stuff, man. She’d have a place to store everything, and she’d never have to worry about Wool Week again. I thought that maybe the Merry Men would help her get it set up in time for this year’s Campaign day. It’s a big job, but I know my sister would be very happy if we could pull it off. Thanks. You’re a good pal. Hmm? Well, she does count on me to find a way around her little problems, and I don’t like to let her down.”
“Says to see Henry.”
“Hey, Nautilus! Have you seen Henry around here anywhere?”
“You called?”
“Wow!”
“It’s a deal!”
“Hey, Harold. I’ve got to pick something up at P&E. Can you call Bunty and ask her to meet me down here as soon as possible? The phone, Harold. You can’t very well use the walkie talkie, since I’m supposed to pick hers up from you. Thanks. Can I get anything for you from the bakery? You got it.”