way.
âWhen money talks, Mooney listens,â Father said with a chuckle. If only I could succeed at convincing dear Lu to approach him about sharing her sweets with a booth of her own. But she fears disappointing her family with such public dreams of other trades.
Soon the square is filled with Miramores coming to purchase and trade. Spirits are high, as this is a day we all look forward to. A mop of Muffets stroll by stuffing their mouths with cream cups and savory tarts. They whisper and roll their eyes at me. They donât think a girl should be running a business. I turn away to adjust one of my chimes. âWhenâs she going to act like a lady,â I hear one of them say.
My face reddens, from anger, not shame. Iâm about to say something, but then I see Sir Richard approaching.
âLady Gracepearl,â he says, bowing. The Muffets stop and stare.
âSir Richard,â I say with a curtsy.
The Muffetsâ antennae have perked up. They are coming toward us.
âIs this your handiwork, Lady Grace?â Sir Richard says, reaching out to touch first one chime and then another. âIâve never seen such whimsical ornaments, and what lovely sounds they make.â
Before I can answer, one of the Muffets, Chappy Lure, a fishermanâs daughter, says, âOh look, girls, come see Grace Coalâs new shell thingies. Arenât they sweet?â And then all the pink-shawled spiders are swarming in front of my stall, making believe they are looking at my sea-chimes when theyâre really trying to snatch up the prince.
âWell, look what the wind blew in,â I say under my breath.
Sir Richard hears me. He bursts out laughing. âOh lady, you slay me, you do.â
And then Sir Peter is there too. Good.
âHere you are, Lady Gracepearl,â he says, a wide grin on his face. âThe busiest spot on the square, no surprise. Iâve come to buy your wind chimes, the whole store please.â
âNow wait just a moment, Peter,â the soldier prince from Ashland says. âYouâll have to wait in line. I was here first.â
The Muffets are shocked, heads turning back and forth amongst themselves, to the princes and me. They know Iâve never been very interested in the summer royals beforeâthey must not have believed Tattlebugâs rumor about my quest for a prince.
Nuff rushes up to whisper in my ear. âListen,â she says, and then canât go on sheâs laughing so hard. âSir Humpty . . .â
I giggle and she giggles. âOh, Gracie,â she says, cupping her hands about her mouth by my ear. âThe egg prince just came to Motherâs stall looking for bum balm.â
âBee balm?â I say, thinking of the lip-soothing salve Nuffâs mother fashions from the wax of bees.
âShh!â Nuff doubles over laughing again and then regains herself, whispering in my ear again. â Bum balm, Gracie. Buttocks balm. It seems the prince from Oakland acquired a most unusual island rash.â
âOh, no,â I say. âNot the dreaded Miramore âgotchagoodâ weed? I hope you warned good Sir Humbert to exercise more caution as he gets âthe lay of the land,â so to speak.â
âHmm, hmm .â Sir Peter clears his throat. I note that he and Nuff lock eyes for a moment. She looks away, and so do I.
âLater, Grace,â Nuff says, a solemn tone now in her voice. âMother needs me.â I notice Mackree strolling down the hill toward the market, and I wonder if Nuff saw him too. Maybe he comes to buy some of her motherâs special lotions for his horses. I shake my head and turn back to the princes as Nuff returns to her booth.
âHow much for the store?â Sir Richard says.
I smile.
âWhatever the cost, Iâll double that,â Sir Peter says.
The Muffets make twittering sounds.
I look at my chimes.
I look at the princes.
I see Mackree
Ella Quinn
Kara Cooney
D. H. Cameron
Cheri Verset
Amy Efaw
Meg Harding
Antonio Hill
Kim Boykin
Sue Orr
J. Lee Butts