"She did."
"What was it?"
"A calico dress."
"And how come she to do it?"
"I don't know. She begun by lookin' everything over and runnin' everything down. And at last she took hold of a piece, and says she, 'Come, young man, I've seen you a-buyin' more than once. Can you tell me this is a good piece that won't fade?' 'I can, ma'am,' says I. 'You won't find no better in town.'
"'Ah! but you're sellin',' says she. 'Would you tell your mother the same?' And she looked at me sharp.
"'I would, ma'am,' says I.
"'Then I'll take it,' says she. 'I've not watched you for nothin'.'"
"And then what?" asked Mrs. O'Callaghan eagerly. This, in her opinion, was a triumph for Pat.
"Why, nothin', mother, only I wrapped it up and give it to her, and I says, Come again, ma'am,' and she says, 'I will, young man, you may depend.'"