She was honest to the core, and though she enjoyed seeing her goods disappear from the shelves, it wasn't in her heart to take advantage of a man so old as this.

"I'm afraid she wouldn't be pleased.

You see, it isn't a fortnight since she bought and made up the one I sold her first, and she thought that a great extravagance.

Now with the gray----" "Are you speaking of the blue one ?" "No, it wasn't blue." "What color was it?
Haven't you a bit left to show me?
I should know better what to do, then." She pointed to a bolt of striped wool--a little gaudy for a woman whose taste they had both been speaking of as inclined to the plain and somber.
"That?
But that's bright enough.

I've never seen her in that." "She didn't like it.