"I'll do it."
Joe had some work to do for his mother, so Harry went on his errand alone. Mr. Carew's establishment was of the department store variety, with one part devoted to shoes, another to hats, and another to general furnishings.
"So you want to find out the price of a silk hat?" said the storekeeper. "Want it for yourself, I suppose," and he laughed at his little joke.
"No, Mr. Carew, I want one for Mr. Jadell. I spoilt his to-day and I want to get him another like it."
"Oh, yes, my clerk was telling me about that. Well, I reckon I can fix you up."
"What is such a hat worth?"
"Well, the regular price was six dollars, but as it was a bit out of style I let Mr. Jadell have it for five."
"Can you get me another like it?"
"To be sure. I've got the mate right in my case now—same style, size and all."
"Then please keep it for me until I come for it."