Excerpt
At first glance Chris thought it was a dollhouse, but a very small one. He would have passed it over, except there was something about it-- He had never seen a house just like it, except in a book once.
"Here you are, Columbus's flagship, and a World War II bomber--"
Chris hardly heard what the man said as he slid two boxes onto the top of the case.
"That,"--he pointed at the inn--"What's that? A dollhouse?"
"That? Oh, you mean the peep show."
Chris did not take his eyes from the inn as he asked, "What's a peep show?"
"You look in the windows, see?" The man slid open the back of the case after he had unlocked it. He lifted out the inn and put it down before Chris. "It's old, that. A real unusual piece."
Chris fumbled for his money. "How much?" he demanded without taking his eyes from it. He knew he had found what he had come for, something which would be his . . .