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.

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