"Oh, indeed I can," said Grace; "for once I was a country girl, and in New York I was a saleswoman in a store, and have waited on just such customers half an hour at a time without making a sale, though the store was one of the biggest in the city, and its prices were as low as any."
"I want to know!" exclaimed Caleb, whose eyes had opened wide while Grace talked. "You?—a country gal?—an' a saleswoman? I wouldn't have thought it!"
"Why not? Don't I look clever enough?"
"Oh, that ain't it, but—"
"Some day, when you and Philip are real busy," suggested Grace, "perhaps you'll let me help you behind the counter."
"Mrs. Somerton is a great joker," explained Philip, as Caleb continued to look incredulous.
"But I wasn't joking," said Grace. "I'll really help in the store some day when—"
"When your husband lets you, you said," remarked Philip.
"Well," drawled Caleb, slowly regaining his customary expression, "I shouldn't wonder if Mrs. Somerton's the kind that's let to do pretty much as she likes."