But she started
suddenly to her feet as a light flashed upon her from an opposite
window. People were really beginning to light their lamps, and the
daylight was almost gone.
Weariness was forgotten in the thought that night might fall before she
could return, and she ran as fast as her light feet would carry her--so
swiftly and so far that she had nearly passed a small store without
seeing it.
She checked her steps at this discovery, and entering, asked,
breathlessly:
"Oh,--please,--have you any ban-banners?"
"What? any what?" demanded a severe-looking lady, coming forward and
eying Nan suspiciously through her spectacles.
"Bandaners,--handkerchiefs," explained Nannie, less confidently.
"Bandanas? No; I don't keep them," responded the lady, very stiffly.
"Should think she might have been more p'lite, if I didn't call it
right," commented the young traveler as she hurried along the street
once more. "Here's another." This time there was only a boy in
attendance. He was head of the establishment when the proprietor went
to supper, and he enjoyed his important position.
"Do you keep ban-ban-banners?" asked Nannie, growing confused again.
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