"Come one, come all," Charlie called. "Just be careful not to slip on the wet floor." His blue eyes twinkled with laughter as the dripping kids crowded inside.
Nancy, Bess, and George squeezed into the shop with the other students who had run there to get out of the rain. Like everyone else, they were laughing and trying to catch their breath.
Nancy looked around. She loved the Bell. The counters and shelves were made of dark wood, and the wood floor was polished. An old-fashioned fan hung from the ceiling. Nancy's father used to come to the School Bell when he was a boy. Charlie Pitt's grandfather had run it then.