"I thought you would be," and the old lady trotted out of the store.
Uncle Rob reached into his pocket and fished out a nickel and a dime and laid them on the cash-desk. "It's worth it," he said; "I wouldn't disturb her confidence for twice that; and besides, I could never have made her understand in a thousand years. Is every day like this, Chet?"
"No," I said; "but Saturday always brings a lot of this sort of thing, and we've got a little more than usual to-day, that's all."
About four o'clock a young woman came in. Uncle Rob had been having good luck for about an hour, and had begun to think that he was the real thing in clerks; and so when she asked for note paper, he gave a glance at me, as much as to say: "Watch me," and began taking down boxes. "Now here's some in octavo size, seashell tint," he said.
"It isn't large enough," said the young woman.
"Well, here's the same thing in commercial size. This has the long envelope, you see."
"No, I want it white," said the young woman.
Out came a box of white.
