"I wanted to get off the old rubbish first. It isn't everybody that would buy it; but she swallowed everything I said."
"She seemed like a poor woman, who couldn't afford to buy a dress very often."
"No, she doesn't come more than twice a year."
"I think you ought to have given her the best bargain you could."
"You don't understand the business, Walter," said Nichols, complacently.
"Mr. Drummond," he said, going up to his employer, "I've just sold ten yards of those old-style calicoes."
"Very good," said Mr. Drummond, approvingly. "Shove them off whenever you get a chance."
"If that is the way they do business, I shan't like it," thought Walter.
"You can fold up those goods on the counter, and put them back on the shelves," said Nichols. "Customers put us to a great deal of trouble that way sometimes. Mrs. Captain Walker was in yesterday afternoon, and I didn't know but I should have to get down all the stock we had before we could suit her."
"Why didn't you pick out something, and tell her it was all the rage?" said Walter, smiling.