Now she could enter the store if she wished, for she had three silver coins in her hand. She went in.
"What is it you want, mademoiselle?" asked a little old woman politely, with a pleasant smile.
"Will you please tell me what is the price of calico the yard ... the cheapest?" asked Perrine timidly.
"I have it at forty centimes the yard," said the old woman.
Perrine gave a sigh of relief.
"Will you cut me two yards, please?" she said.
"It won't wear very well ... but the sixty centimes...."
"The forty centime one will do, thank you," said little Perrine.
"As you like," said the old woman. "I wouldn't like you to come back after and say...."