Great Teams and the people who love them

But near the centre of town a cheering sight met their anxious eyes. A
little man in a white apron was sweeping the doorway of a tiny
restaurant, yawning and pausing at intervals to gaze curiously toward
the approaching travellers. Before they reached him, however, his
curiosity either gave out or was sated, for, with a final tap of the
broom against the doorway, he disappeared. “Suppose,” exclaimed Amy, “he
changes his mind and locks up again!” They urged tired feet to a faster
pace and reached the door. On one wide window was the legend:
“Cannister’s Caf.” The door was closed but unlocked. They opened it
and entered.