laid down the sheet, and there, where her thumb had been was the figure "8." I snickered.
Uncle Rob pressed his lips together for a moment, then: "I beg your pardon, madam," he said, "there are only eight in this package."
"You said ten." The woman looked at him as if she had caught him trying to cheat her.
"I was mistaken," said Uncle Rob, quietly.
She threw the sheet aside and looked some more. By and by she picked up another, "Let me see some of these," she said.
Uncle Rob hesitated. "How many packages do you wish?" he asked pleasantly.
"I said I wanted to see them," said the woman.
"There is a sample of each card, on the sheet," said Uncle Rob. You see, I had told him not to get out the cards themselves, except to sell them, because that was the rule.
The woman glared at him. "I say I want to see them," she said.
Uncle Rob glanced at me helplessly, and then turned to the shelves and found the box and laid one of the packages before her. She took it, broke the paper band, and spread the cards out among the samples, then she shoved them aside
