There was a part of her that still felt bad that she had paid so little for the bag, and she hoped that the lady in the shop had not received a hard time from her husband when she told him how much she had sold it for.
Connie was not sure when she would revisit Moreton Bay, if at all, so the chances of ‘popping in’ as promised, were very slim. It had been a pleasant enough location for her Sunday jaunt, but she felt as if she had already seen everything the village had to offer, so Connie knew she would probably spend the money visiting a different port.
One evening when she was sitting alone in her room sorting through her receipts, she came across the one from the antique dealer for the bag. She was about to crumple it and throw it in the bin, when she considered that Professor Atkins
