the fact that it contained only some brass warming pans, a broken spinning wheel, some andirons and fire tongs.
"Perhaps it's inside," came from Frank. "This fellow changes his window goods every other day to attract trade. Let's go in."
There was nothing else to do after they had assured themselves, by eager glances through the windows, that their chair could not be seen from without.
"Well, gentlemen, what can I do for you today?" asked a little wizened man, with a much wrinkled face, as he came forward, briskly rubbing his hands. His face was smooth shaven, and seemed to be made of some kind of upholstery leather. His blue eyes were deep set, under shaggy brows. "Like something to furnish your college rooms with?" he went on, making a shrewd and correct guess as to their character. "I've got some sporty things, all right."
"Real sporty, eh?" asked Tom. "Something that will make our den look homelike?"
"Sure. Why, I can sell you a pair of andirons dirt cheap. Real antiques they be, too. Come over in the Mayflower. Then I've got a lot of Revolutionary muskets and swords you can hang up on the walls, and make it look like a regular den. Could you use a spinning wheel? I've got a dandy that just came in. I sold one like it to
