"I like this dark blue very much, Sir, and I thought Mamma
would; but it's too high."
"How much is it?" inquired he.
"Fourteen shillings," replied Mr. Saunders.
"He said it was two dollars!" exclaimed Ellen.
"I beg pardon," said the crest-fallen Mr. Saunders — "the
young lady mistook me; I was speaking of another piece when I
said two dollars."
"He said this was two dollars, and the gray was fourteen
shillings," said Ellen.
"Is the gray fourteen shillings," inquired the old gentleman.
"I think not, Sir," answered Mr. Saunders — "I believe not,
Sir, — I think it's only twelve — I'll inquire, if you please,
Sir."
"No, no," said the old gentleman, "I know it was only twelve —
I know your tricks, Sir. Cut a piece off the blue. Now, my
dear, are there any more pieces of which you would like to
take patterns, to show your mother?"
"No, Sir," said the overjoyed Ellen; "I am sure she will like
one of these."
"Now, shall we go, then?"
"If you please, Sir," said Ellen, "I should like to have my
bit of merino that I brought from home; Mamma wanted me to
bring it back again."
"Where is it?"
"That gentleman threw it on the floor."
"Do you hear, Sir?" said the old gentleman; "find it
directly."
Mr. Saunders found and delivered it, after stooping in search
of it till he was very red in the face; and he was left,
wishing heartily that he had some safe means of revenge, and
obliged to come to the conclusion that none was within his
reach, and that he must stomach his indignity in the best
manner he could.
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