"I should like to look at some of your shawls," said the woman.
Joshua knew very little about his father's stock. He did know, however, where the shawls were kept, and going to that portion of the shelves, pulled down half a dozen and showed them to his customer.
"Are they all wool?" she asked, critically examining one of them.
"Yes," answered Joshua, confidently, though he had not the slightest knowledge on the subject.
"What is the price of this one?" asked the customer, indicating the one she had in her hand.
"Five dollars," answered Joshua, with some hesitation. He knew nothing of the price, but guessed that this would be about right.
"And you say it is all wool?"
"Certainly, ma'am."
"I guess I'll take it. Will you wrap it up for me?"