"I wish something cheap," I answered. "It doesn't matter much what a forlorn bachelor uses."
"You may not always be a bachelor," said Ruth, with a suggestive smile.
"I must get better established in my profession before I assume new responsibilities."
"These handkerchiefs are ten cents, Dr. Fenwick," said Ruth, showing a fair article.
"I think I can go a little higher."
"And these are fifteen. They are nearly all linen."
"I will buy a couple to try," I said, by way of excusing my small purchase.
The young lady called "Cash," and soon a small girl was carrying the handkerchiefs and a fifty cent piece to the cashier. This left me five minutes for conversation, as no other customer was at hand.
"So you are in the handkerchief department?" I remarked, by way of starting a conversation.
"Yes."