“Dunn, show red calicoes.”
Mr. Dunn took my sample and looked at it.
“We haven’t this shade in that quality of goods,” he said.
“Well, have you it in any quality of goods?” I asked.
“Yes; we’ve got it finer.” And he took down a piece of calico, and unrolled a yard or two of it on the counter.
“That’s not this shade,” I said.
“No,” said he. “The goods is finer and the color’s better.”
“I want it to match this,” I said.
“I thought you weren’t particular about the match,” said the salesman. “You said you didn’t care for the quality of the goods, and you know you can’t match goods without you take into consideration quality and color both. If you want that quality of goods in red, you ought to get Turkey red.”
I did not think it necessary to answer this remark, but said: