Arthur was outside the store, hands in his pockets, rocking back and forth on his heels with an expression of delighted fascination as he perused the displays in the windows of his sons' store. He chuckled to himself as he recognized items that he was fairly sure he had had an intimate knowledge of their prototypes,wandering from one window to the next, bundled up in his usual old threadbare coat and a newly knitted scarf that was about three feet too long and a bright red and green, clearly a product of Molly's loving hand.