Chapter Twenty-EightBack at the Frigate, Wally Hicks rang up his eighteenth sale.
Eighteen in one day! And not even summer yet!
His previous personal best was thirty, scored last Fourth of July. Quansett’s annual parade had given the cause of literature a break by passing right by the store. Hundreds of clapping parents and tourists had nothing to do for the next hour but browse the shops on Main Street. Ken Boose stood out front beckoning them in, grinning like the Cheshire Cat, until the fire department opened its annual barbecue up the street. So many people crowded into the Frigate that Wally had to lock Gromit upstairs so as not to wear out his wagging tail.
Today was only June 10. Most of the kids were still in school. For these two weeks between the end of winter and the start of
