shoppe

A young man—Mr. Shoppe—is occupied in flying low over the gun that is bombarding Dunkirk in order to take a photograph of it.

Before them, out across the road, hung the sign: Ye Tea Shoppe.

Did anybody telephone the Varsity Coffee Shoppe for the eats?

Know anybody who runs up to the Varsity Shoppe any oftener than you do?

She catches all the tourists by a window full of trash, and a sign ‘Souvenir Shoppe’ or something like that.