“The sofa sent by Mrs ——, sir.”
“When was it to have been sold?”
“Yesterday, sir.”
“Oh, we haven’t got the bill made out yet. You can call the day after to-morrow, and we’ll settle it for you.”
“Can’t you settle it to-day, sir? We want the money particularly.”
Without replying to the timid girl’s request, the clerk commenced throwing over the leaves of a large account-book, and in a few minutes had taken off the bill of the sofa.
“Here it is—eighteen dollars and sixty cents. See if it’s right, and then sign this receipt.”
“Ain’t you mistaken, sir? It was a beautiful sofa, and cost one hundred and forty dollars.”
“That’s all it brought, miss, I assure you. Furniture sells very badly now.”
Florence rolled up the bills that were given her, and returned home with a heavy heart.