Chapter Fifteen
Since Miss Sissy was already casting longing looks at the cupcake display again, Beatrice abruptly decided it was time for their little caravan to head on.
“Let’s go,” said Beatrice.
“Want to see June Bug,” grumbled Miss Sissy.
“She’s working on inventory.” Beatrice was firm.
“Want to push the stroller.” Miss Sissy appeared unwavering on this point.
“All right. But not too quickly; I know how you dash around sometimes. Let’s visit Posy.”
Miss Sissy led the way, although she tempered her usual trotting pace to a more sedate stroll this time. She continued hissing at drivers, this time shaking her fist in case they didn’t get the idea that they mustn’t be anywhere within twenty yards of the stroller.
The shop was bustling when they walked in. In fact, the entire Cut-U
