All the rolls had been exhibited except one, when the old maid says:
"Never mind taking that down, I won't buy any cloth to-day. I was only looking for a friend."
"But, madam," says the girl, "if you think there's any possibility of her being in this roll, I'll open it up."
Just as I was about to say that I wanted some kind of cloth that would suit a red-headed woman, a little dapper chap butted in and says to the girl:
"Ah, darling Louisa, I have thought of you all week. How I love you dear. Will you give me your heart?"
I was just drawing back my foot to give him a number eight where it would wake him up, when the girl says:
"Certainly, dearest Harold. Cash! Cash!! Cash!!! Where will you have it sent?"
I was just about to say what I wanted, when another tall, lanky, moth-eaten-looking fellow stepped in and engaged the girl's attention for half an hour.
Finally he turned and went out without buying anything.