{"product_id":"9781612101217","title":"It's A Small World","description":"For two tiny, bewildered people, it was a struggle for survival in a world of toys...\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eExcerpt\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt was Christmas Eve. Family men in their cozy bungalows hummed cheerfully as they put the finishing touches on Christmas trees. Men of affairs slapped each other affably on the back and toasted the season in the lounges of exclusive clubs. Merrymakers crowded the public streets and filled the taverns to overflowing. Children caroled gayly in church services. Mothers smiled their secret smiles as they wrapped presents. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd Clyde Hilton worked like a lousy dog in Propper's toyshop. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe funny part of it was, Clyde didn't care. He was as happy as the rest. Twelve hours on his feet today --facing mobs of customers gone frantic with the necessity of making last-minute purchases --that was Clyde's lot, but he was still smiling. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFrom time to time the redheaded young man grinned and patted the left hand pocket of his suit coat. Deep down inside reposed a little plush-covered box. The box contained an engagement ring. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eClyde fingered it and grinned-- grinned at the girl behind the counter across the aisle. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eGwen Thomas was worth grinning at. A pert, trim, dark-haired girl with milk-white skin and perfectly modeled features-- she had the delicacy of a china doll. \"Exquisite\" is a somewhat precious word, and yet it exactly described Gwen's miniature-like beauty. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eClyde waited for the moment that he would slip the ring on her dainty finger. This would be a Christmas they'd both remember. To top it off, Old Man \u003cbr\u003ePropper had promised Clyde a raise. He'd winked indulgently at this romance between his two clerks, and the holiday spirit had him in its grip. They'd have a little party after closing-time, and then Clyde would give Gwen the ring and Old Man Propper would say, \"Bless you, my children.\" Just a slice out of Dickens. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMeanwhile, Clyde scribbled furiously in his order book, wrestled with the wrappings of a hundred packages, tangled himself in yards of twine and ribbon, punched the cash-register until his fingers were blistered, and kept up a running fire of sales chatter. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe had just sold a toy train to the fat lady and her husband when he saw \u003cbr\u003ethe man. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt had been a job, selling this expensive model, but Clyde was something of an expert in the train field and he rejoiced in the opportunity of turning on high-pressure tactics. So he was quite elated, and finished his wrapping with deft fingers. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut he almost dropped the twine when the man came in. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe door opened. The toyshop was crowded, and ordinarily an entering customer couldn't be detected in the throng --but this man was plainly visible. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eClyde stared. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe man wore a black overcoat with a turned-up collar that reached his chin. He was hatless, and his wiry gray hair stood up in a bushy mop upon his skull. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe man had a great beaked nose, and a curiously red mouth. Despite gray hair, his face was absolutely unlined. Not a wrinkle disturbed the pristine pallor of his long face. It was a perfectly blank background for the blazing intensity of his eyes. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIf his hair denoted age and his unlined face indicated youth, then his eyes were--eternal. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThey were black, but shining --shining radiantly with a penetrating fire. Two fountains of strength. Clyde saw the eyes before he saw anything else, and the rest of his scrutiny was just incidental. He gaped, fascinated. For some reason a strange fancy occurred to him. During his lifetime, he mused, he must have seen a million pairs of eyes --but never until now had he realized what power the eye could contain. Black, blazing fountains. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThere was one other slight excuse for Clyde's interest in the stranger. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe man was seven feet tall. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe was not a giant, in the ordinary sense of the word --not one of those tall, thin glandular monstrosities. The man was adequately proportioned to his height. His shoulders spanned the doorway. The chest bulging under the overcoat was massive. Clyde saw the man reach up and adjust his collar --and his hand was the size of a dinner plate. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eClyde watched the massive figure move through the milling crowd towards his counter. It was only as the gigantic bulk loomed directly before him that Clyde realized he was leading a small boy. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe child was an insignificant midge, contrasted to his huge companion. His tousled head scarcely reached the big man's knees, although he was large for a boy of seven. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAbruptly, Clyde tore his attention away from the ponderous stranger and concentrated on the boy. That was sensible sales psychology--experience had taught him that a clerk must study the child and try to anticipate his wants. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eClyde got another shock when he scrutinized the boy. Here, in miniature, was as strange a creature as the giant. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFor one thing, the boy's clothing was adult. Not a smart boy's shop imitation of \"grown-up\" attire--but adult. His little topcoat was an authentic replica of his immense companion's garb. The boy's hands were buried deep in the pocket","brand":"eStar Books LLC","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47134256431344,"sku":"9781612101217","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/9781612101217_p0.jpg?v=1763847612","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/9781612101217","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}