Alice walked into the third hand book emporium, that smell of old books entered her nostrils and she let go of her mothers hand as she put her hands up to her mouth in shock. There were so many old books here, Alice loved books and she had read so many in her life and these were amazing specimens. Alice and her mother wore victorian style dresses, as was always, and her father wore a black victorian tail coat and a top hat, but he removed his top hat when he entered the shop. Mr. Matthews was always proper, he removed his hat in shops for a sign of respect for the shop owner or keeper.

Mr. Matthews pulled out a piece of parchment from his breast pocket and handed it to Alice. Alice unfolded it and looked at the book section.



Alice then set out on the journey through the shelves and piles of books to find her books. She eventually turned up all of them, in beautiful old leather bound copies with old yellowing pages, the best type of book in Alice's eyes. They could afford new books but the old ones were the one's with character.

Alice then handed the list back to her father and she walked over to the counter.