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"It didn't mislead that ghost girl," said I.
"How do you know?" said Bentley. "Perhaps she is wrong, and the other inhabitants of the city are right, and we may be the ghosts after all. Such things, you know, are only relative. Anyway," he continued, after a little pause, "I wish I knew that those ghosts were now reading the poem which I am going to begin to-morrow."
A PIECE OF RED CALICO
I was going into town one morning from my suburban residence, when my wife handed me a little piece of red calico, and asked me if I would have time, during the day, to buy her two yards and a half of calico like that. I a.s.sured her that it would be no trouble at all; and putting the sample in my pocket, I took the train for the city.
At lunch-time I stopped in at a large dry-goods store to attend to my wife's commission. I saw a well-dressed man walking the floor between the counters, where long lines of girls were waiting on much longer lines of customers, and asked him where I could see some red calico.
"This way, sir." And he led me up the store. "Miss Stone," said he to a young lady, "show this gentleman some red calico."
"What shade do you want?" asked Miss Stone.
I showed her the little piece of calico that my wife had given me.
She looked at it and handed it back to me. Then she took down a great roll of red calico and spread it out on the counter.
"Why, that isn't the shade!" said I.
"No, not exactly," said she; "but it is prettier than your sample."
"That may be," said I; "but, you see, I want to match this piece.
There is something already made of this kind of calico which needs to be enlarged or mended or something. I want some calico of the same shade."
The girl made no answer, but took down another roll.
"That's the shade," said she.
"Yes," I replied, "but it's striped."
"Stripes are more worn than anything else in calicoes," said she.
"Yes, but this isn't to be worn. It's for furniture, I think. At any rate, I want perfectly plain stuff, to match something already in use."
"Well, I don't think you can find it perfectly plain unless you get Turkey red."
"What is Turkey red?" I asked.
"Turkey red is perfectly plain in calicoes," she answered.
"Well, let me see some."
"We haven't any Turkey-red calico left," she said, "but we have some very nice plain calicoes in other colors."
"I don't want any other color. I want stuff to match this."
"It's hard to match cheap calico like that," she said. And so I left her.
I next went into a store a few doors farther up the street. When I entered I approached the "floor-walker," and handing him my sample, said:
"Have you any calico like this?"
"Yes, sir," said he. "Third counter to the right."
I went to the third counter to the right, and showed my sample to the salesman in attendance there. He looked at it on both sides.
Then he said:
"We haven't any of this."
"I was told you had," said I.
"We had it, but we're out of it now. You'll get that goods at an upholsterer's."
I went across the street to an upholsterer's.
"Have you any stuff like this?" I asked.
"No," said the salesman, "we haven't. Is it for furniture?"
"Yes," I replied.
"Then Turkey red is what you want."
"Is Turkey red just like this?" I asked.
"No," said he; "but it's much better."
"That makes no difference to me," I replied. "I want something just like this."
"But they don't use that for furniture," he said.
"I should think people could use anything they wanted for furniture," I remarked, somewhat sharply.
"They can, but they don't," he said, quite calmly. "They don't use red like that. They use Turkey red."
I said no more, but left. The next place I visited was a very large dry-goods store. Of the first salesman I saw I inquired if they kept red calico like my sample.
"You'll find that on the second story," said he.
I went upstairs. There I asked a man:
"Where will I find red calico?"
"In the far room to the left. Over there." And he pointed to a distant corner.
I walked through the crowds of purchasers and salespeople, and around the counters and tables filled with goods, to the far room to the left. When I got there I asked for red calico.