"You think she'll bring them shirts back?"
"Oh, yes. Folks that have come down in the world as she has, rarely play grab-game after that fashion."
"She seemed all struck aback at the price."
"I suppose so. Ha! ha!"
"But she's the right kind," resumed Berlaps. "I only wish we had a dozen like her."
"I wish we had. Her work will never rip."
Further conversation was prevented by the entrance of a customer. Before he had been fully served, a middle-aged woman came in with a large bundle, and went back to Berlaps's desk, where he stood engaged over his account-books.
"Good-day, Mrs. Gaston," said he, looking up, while not a feature relaxed on his cold, rigid countenance.
"I've brought you in six pairs of pants," said the woman, untying the bundle she had laid upon the counter.
"You had seven pair, ma'am."