The shop truly was a very quaint little thing, with a sitting room in front for a nice tea if you were a little tired after shopping and the proprietress was a rather plump, kindly middle-aged woman named Eloise. Eloise was very confused to see the group of a dozen people tramp into her shop. Upon seeing the butler in shackles she grew even more confused and a little worried, it was common knowledge in town that they rather fancied each other. "Welcome!" said Miss Eloise trying to be a good hostess despite her surprise. "I'm a bit baffled at you all here today. What is the occasion?" "Oh, dear," said Miss Marple. "I do suppose that we look quite a sight with all these people; a beaver, the Sultry Scot back from the dead, a strange woodsman, and the poor butler in shackles. But do not fear my dear! We have simply come for a spot of tea and to look for a new dress for dearest Sarah. You do sell wedding dresses don't you?" and with that Miss Marple sat down on the nearest overstuffed couch, took out her knitting and stared blithely around. Miss Eloise tried to regain her composure, invited everyone to take a seat and bustled off to the kitchen to get some tea.
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