“Oh, I’m being attended to, thank you,” I replied.
“Yes, but this young lady’s new to the shop,” she said; “she’s not quite used to serving yet.”
“She’s doing very well indeed,” said I. “She’s already nearly persuaded me to buy a thing I don’t want—a thing I don’t even know the meaning of.”
The little girl with the chubby cheeks wriggled her shoulders with delight.
“I asked him if he wanted a B.A.M.,” she explained.
The other looked quite shocked.
“You know I’ve told you not to say that,” she said. “You’d better go up to Miss Nelson, she wants you upstairs.”
The little maid departed. I was left with her more elderly and more experienced sister in trade. In a moment she had discovered the picture in question and had laid it out for my approval. I did approve; and then she asked me if I wanted it framed.
“If you do framing here, I shall be very glad,” said I.