He began at once to tell her of his strange experience, and went on till she said: "Well, there"s your tea. _I_ don"t know what you"ve been driving at, but I suppose you do. Is it the old thing?"

"It"s my critical bookstore, if that"s what you call the old thing."

"Oh! _That!_ I thought it had failed "way back in the dark ages."

"The dark ages are not _back_, please; they"re all "round, and you know very well that my critical bookstore has never been tried yet.

But tell me one thing: should you wish to live with a picture, even for a few hours, which had been painted by an old lady of seventy who had never tried to paint before?"

"If I intended to go crazy, yes. What has all that got to do with it?"

"That"s the joint commendation of the publisher and the kind little blonde who united to sell me the book I just gave to that poor Subway trainman. Do you ever buy a new book?"

"No; I always borrow an old one."

"But if you _had_ to buy a new one, wouldn"t you like to know of a place where you could be sure of getting a good one?"

"I shouldn"t mind. Or, yes, I should, rather. Where"s it to be?"

"Oh, I know. I"ve had my eye on the place for a good while. It"s a funny old place in Sixth Avenue--"

"Sixth _Avenue_!"

"Don"t interrupt--where the dearest old codger in the world is just going out of the house-furnishing business in a small way. It"s kept getting smaller and smaller--I"ve watched it shrink--till now it can"t stand up against the big shops, and the old codger told me the other day that it was no use."

"Poor fellow!"

"No. He"s not badly off, and he"s going back up-state where he came from about forty years ago, and he can live--or die--very well on what he"s put by. I"ve known him rather a good while, and we"ve been friends ever since we"ve been acquainted."

"Go on," the elderly girl said.

Erlcort was not stopping, but she spoke so as to close her mouth, which she was apt to let hang open in a way that she did not like; she had her intimates pledged to tell her when she was doing it, but she could not make a man promise, and she had to look after her mouth herself with Erlcort. It was not a bad mouth; her eyes were large, and it was merely large to match them.

"When shall you begin--open shop?" she asked.

"My old codger"s lease expires in the fall," he answered, "but he would be glad to have me take it off his hands this spring. I could give the summer to changing and decorating, and begin my campaign in the fall--the first of October, say. Wouldn"t you like to come some day and see the old place?"

"I should love it. But you"re not supposing I shall be of the least use, I hope? I"m not decorational, you know. Easel pictures, and small ones at that."

"Of course. But you are a woman, and have ideas of the cozy. I mean that the place shall be made attractive."

"Do you think the situation will be--on Sixth Avenue?"

"It will be quaint. It"s in a r.e.t.a.r.ded region of low buildings, with a carpenter"s shop two doors off. The L roars overhead and the surface cars squeal before, but that is New York, you know, and it"s very central. Besides, at the back of the shop, with the front door shut, it is very quiet."

The next day the friends lunched together at an Italian restaurant very near the place, and rather hurried themselves away to the old codger"s store.

"He _is_ a dear," Margaret whispered to Erlcort in following him about to see the advantages of the place.

"Oh, mine"s setting-hen"s time," he justified his hospitality in finally asking them to take seats on a nail-keg apiece. "You mustn"t think you"re interruptin". Look "round all ye want to, or set down and rest ye."

"That would be a good motto for your bookstore," she screamed to Erlcort, when they got out into the roar of the avenue. ""Look "round all ye want to, or set down and rest ye." Wasn"t he sweet? And I don"t wonder you"re taken with the place: it _has_ such capabilities. You might as well begin imagining how you will arrange it."

They were walking involuntarily up the avenue, and when they came to the Park they went into it, and in the excitement of their planning they went as far as the Ramble, where they sat down on a bench and disappointed some squirrels who supposed they had brought peanuts with them.

They decided that the front of the shop should be elaborately simple; perhaps the door should be painted black, with a small-paned sash and a heavy bra.s.s latch. On each side should be a small-paned show-window, with books laid inside on an inclined shelving; on the door should be a modest bronze plate, reading, "The Critical Bookstore." They rejected _shop_ as an affectation, and they hooted the notion of "Ye Critical Bookstore" as altogether loathsome. The door and window would be in a rather belated taste, but the beautiful is never out of date, and black paint and small panes might be found rococo in their old-fashionedness now. There should be a fireplace, or perhaps a Franklin stove, at the rear of the room, with a high-shouldered, small-paned sash on each side letting in the light from the yard of the carpenter-shop. On the chimneypiece should be lettered, "Look "round all ye want to, or set down and rest ye."

The genius of the place should be a refined hospitality, such as the gentle old codger had practised with them, and to facilitate this there should be a pair of high-backed settles, one under each window.

The book-counter should stretch the whole length of the store, and at intervals beside it, against the book-shelving, should be set old-fashioned chairs, but not too old-fashioned. Against the lower book-shelves on a deeper shelf might be stood against the books a few sketches in water-color, or even oil.

This was Margaret Green"s idea.

"And would you guarantee the quality?" Erlcort asked.

"Perhaps they wouldn"t be for sale, though if any one insisted--"

"I see. Well, pa.s.s the sketches. What else?"

"Well, a few little figures in plaster, or even marble or bronze, very Greek, or very American; things in low relief."

"Pa.s.s the little figures and low reliefs. But don"t forget it"s a _bookstore_."

"Oh, I won"t. The sketches of all kinds would be strictly subordinated to the books. If I had a tea-room handy here, with a table and the backs of some menus to draw on, I could show you just how it would look."

"What"s the matter with the Casino?"

"Nothing; only it"s rather early for tea yet."

"It isn"t for soda-lemonade."

She set him the example of instantly rising, and led the way back along the lake to the Casino, resting at that afternoon hour among its spring flowers and blossoms innocent of its lurid after-dark frequentation. He got some paper from the waiter who came to take their order. She began to draw rapidly, and by the time the waiter came again she was giving Erlcort the last sc.r.a.p of paper.

"Well," he said, "I had no idea that I had imagined anything so charming! If this critical bookstore doesn"t succeed, it"ll be because there are no critics. But what--what are these little things hung against the part.i.tions of the shelves?"

"Oh--mirrors. Little round ones."

"But why mirrors of any shape?"

"Nothing; only people like to see themselves in a gla.s.s of any shape.

And when," Margaret added, in a burst of candor, "a woman looks up and sees herself with a book in her hand, she will feel so intellectual she will never put it down. She will buy it."

"Margaret Green, this is immoral. Strike out those mirrors, or I will smash them every one!"

"Oh, very well!" she said, and she rubbed them out with the top of her pencil. "If you want your place a howling wilderness."

He looked at the ruin her rubber had wrought. "They _were_ rather nice. Could--could you rub them in again?"

"Not if I tried a hundred years. Besides, they _were_ rather impudent.

What time is it?"