"How much is it a yard?"
"Fifteen cents only."
"Are you sure it will wash?"
"Certainly."
"I should like to look at something else."
"I'll show you something else, but this is the thing for you."
He brought out a piece still uglier; and finally, after some hesitation, his customer ordered ten yards from the first piece. He measured it with an air, and, folding it up, handed it to the customer, receiving in return a two-dollar bill, which the poor woman sighed as she rendered in, for she had worked hard for it.
"Is there anything more, ma'am?"
"A spool of cotton, No. 100."