“Then you’ve got nothing to match this?”
“No, sir. But perhaps they may have it in the upholstery department, in the sixth story.”
So I got in the elevator and went up to the top of the house.
“Have you any red stuff like this?” I said to a young man.
“Red stuff? Upholstery department—other end of this floor.”
I went to the other end of the floor.
“I want some red calico,” I said to a man.
“Furniture goods?” he asked.
“Yes,” said I.
“Fourth counter to the left.”