The woman turned the sheets over for a moment. "I don't want such big ones," she said.
"Here are some that are not so large," said Uncle Rob, drawing out a sample of smaller ones.
The woman looked at them. "Those are too big," she said.
Uncle Rob turned over the pile and brought out some about two inches square.
The woman scowled. "They're too big, I say," she said.
Uncle Rob looked at her and then at me. "Have you any smaller ones?" he asked me. I shook my head. I wanted to suggest that she get the kids postage stamps; but I didn't dare.
"We have no smaller ones," said Uncle Rob.
The woman scowled again. "What's in those boxes?" she said, pointing to the stock, up in the shelves.
"Those are the same cards which you have here," said Uncle Rob, laying his hand on the pile of samples.
The woman looked at the samples and then back at the boxes, and her eyes got narrow. She held up one of the sheets. "Do you mean to
