"Why," she explained, "the English archers were accustomed to wearing a cloth called Lincoln green."
Mr. Peabody smiled deprecatingly.
"I never heard of it," he replied, stiffly; "and, as I say, I have been in the business for thirty years."
"But don't you remember Robin Hood and his merry men?"
"Oh!" exclaimed the merchant, a great light breaking in upon him. "You mean the fairy stories! Ha, ha! Very good. Very good, indeed. Well, no, Miss Primrose, I'm afraid we can hardly provide you with the cloth that fairies—"
"Show me your green cloths—all of them," said Letitia, her cheeks burning.
"Certainly, Miss Primrose. Miss Baggs, show Miss Primrose all of our green cloths—all of them."
"Light green or dark green?" queried Miss Baggs, who had been delighted with the whole affair.
Letitia pondered. There had been some reason, she reflected, for Robin Hood's choice of gear.
"Something," she said, at last—"something as near to the shade of foliage as you can give me."