At first， he did not see her. Her shiny， soft curls barely topped the counter.
“And how can I help you， little lady？” Pappy’s voice was jovial.
“Hello， sir.” the little girl spoke almost in a whisper. She was dainty， bashful， innocent. She looked at Pappy with her big brown eyes， then slowly scanned the room in search of something special.
Shyly， she told him， “I’d like to buy a present， sir.”
“Well， let’s see，” Pappy said， “who is this present for？”
“My grandpa. It’s for my grandpa. But I don’t know what to get.”