Seeing her coming, Williams hastily slipped the remnant of the piece out of sight.
“I got this calico here,” said the newcomer, “one day last week. You warranted it to wash, but I find it won't. Here's a piece I've tried.”
She showed a pattern, which had a faded look.
“You've come to the wrong store,” said Williams, coolly. “You must have got the calico somewhere else.”
“No, I'm sure I got it here. I remember particularly buying it of you.”
“You've got a better memory than I have, then. We haven't got a piece of calico like that in the store.”
Paul listened to this assertion with unutterable surprise.
“I am quite certain I bought it here,” said the woman, perplexed.
“Must have been the next store,—Blake & Hastings. Better go over there.”
The woman went out.