Daisy frowned, and shook her head. “I guess he’s kind of deaf or somep’m,” she said to Elsie; and then she shouted again at the elderly man: “Taffetah! It’s somep’m you wear. You wear it on you!”
“What for?” he said. “I ain’t deaf. You mean some brand of porous plaster? Mustard plaster?”
“Oh, my, no!” Daisy exclaimed, and turned to Elsie. “This is just the way it is. Whenever I go shopping, they’re always out of everything I want!”
“Oh, it’s exackly the same with me, my dear,” Elsie returned. “It’s too provoking! Rilly, the shops in this town——”
“Listen here,” the proprietor interrupted, and he regarded these fastidious customers somewhat unfavourably. “You’re wastin’ my time on me. Say what it is you want or go somewheres else.”
“Well, have you got some very nice blue-silk lamp-shades?” Daisy inquired, and she added: “With gold fringe an’ tassels?”
“Lamp-shades!” he said, and he had the air of a person who begins to feel seriously annoyed. “Listen! Go on out o’ here!”
But Daisy ignored his rudeness. “Have you got any very good unb’eached muslin?” she asked.
“You go on out o’ here!” the man shouted. “You go on out o’ here or I’ll untie my dog.”
“Well, I declare!” Elsie exclaimed as she moved toward the door. “I never was treated like this in all my days!”