“It's robbin' me, ye are,” said she as she paid it over.
“Oh, no, ma'am, you are getting a great bargain,” answered the clerk.
Joe had witnessed the bargaining with a good deal of quiet amusement. As soon as the Irish couple had gone the clerk came toward the boy.
“Well, young man, what can I do for you?” he asked, pleasantly.
“I want a suit of clothing. Not an expensive suit, but one guaranteed to be all wool.”
“A light or a dark suit?”
“A dark gray.”
“I can fit you out in a fine suit of this order,” and the clerk pointed to several lying in a heap nearby.
“I don't want that sort. I want something on the order of those in the window marked nine dollars and a half.”
“Oh, all right.”