"My," she was impressed. "What else do you have?"
Jeff said, in the same tone that a department store manager would have used, "What do you wish, ma'am?"
She eyed the pack. "You wouldn't have some real nice gingham?"
"Certainly."
Again it was as though the pack opened itself, and from it Jeff took a partial bolt of red-checked gingham. Her eyes softened.
"It's real pretty."
"Feel its texture," Jeff urged. "Tarrant Enterprises, Ltd., stocks only the best. Shall we say about six yards?"
She said doubtfully, "Best make it three."
Jeff whipped a pair of scissors from his pack and a folding ruler from his pocket. He measured and cut three yards of gingham. She fondled it dreamily, and compared to the dress she wore, it was elegance itself. Jeff stood expectantly, as though everything in the world were available in his pack.
"Anything else?"