"I shall have to charge twenty-five."
"I suppose I must pay it then," said the lady in a dissatisfied tone. "Here, give me that blue one."
The necktie was wrapped up, and the money reluctantly paid.
"How would you like to be her nephew, Sam?" asked Paul, as soon as she was out of hearing. "You might get a nice birthday present now and then."
"Shouldn't wonder if that twenty-five cents bust the old woman! Do you often have customers like that?"
"Not very often. The other day a young man, after wearing a necktie for a week, came back, and wanted to exchange it for one of a different color."
"Did you exchange it?"
"I guess not. I told him that wasn't my style of doing business. He got mad, and said he'd never buy anything more of me."
"That reminds me of a man that bought a Tribune of me early in the morning, and came back after reading it through and wanted to exchange it for a Times. But I must be goin', or I'll be stuck on some of my papers."