Let me see--that's about seven-eighths." He shook his head negatively.

"No, not wide enough.

If that print were a yard wide, I should take all you have." "Oh, that's a yard," replied Mr.Newt; "certainly a full yard." He looked around inquiringly, as if for a yard-stick.
"Where is the yard-stick ?" asked Mr.Hadley.
"Timothy!" said Mr.Newt to the boy, with a peculiar look.
The boy disappeared and reappeared with a yard-stick, while Mr.Newt's face underwent a series of expressions of subdued anger and disgust.
"Now, then," said Mr.Hadley, laying the yard-stick upon the calicoes; "yes, as I thought, seven-eighths; too narrow--sorry." There were thirty cases of those goods in the loft.

Boniface Newt groaned in soul.

The unconscious small boy, who had not understood the peculiar look, and had brought the yard-stick, stood by.
"Mr.Newt," said Hadley, stopping at another case, "that is very handsome." "Very, very; and that is the last case." "You have no other cases ?" "No." "Oh! well, send it round at once; for I am sure--" "Mr.Newt," said the unconscious boy, smiling with the satisfaction of one who is able to correct an error, "you are mistaken, Sir.