Shucks, these little strings tied under your chin are plumb wet.
There you go! Now, if I can just find my key, we'll unlock the
doors and be ready for business."
"Lemme twist it!"
"All right. No, Bandershanks, turn it the other way."
The lock clicked. Papa turned the knob and gave the thick
double doors a shove.
Inside, it was much cooler, but I could hardly see a thing. I
rubbed my eyes good, and still the room was black and I couldn't
half see.
I could smell plenty of stuff: hoop cheese, chewing tobacco,
coffee beans, musty sacks of chicken feed, and Papa's coal-oil
drum with its old pump that always squeaked so loud. All those
smells were mixed up with the good smell of the leather harness
and the big pretty saddles hanging across the back wall.
"Papa, let's light the lamp."
"Your eyes will get used to the dark. I'll go open up the
back door. That'll help."
I followed Papa around behind the counters and down the aisle
as far as the candy showcase. I stopped to see the candy, but he
kept going-and talking.
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