"No," she shook her head and frowned, "that isn't the kind. I want it striped."
"Oh!" said Uncle Rob, and brought out some ruled paper.
"No," she said, "that isn't the kind either,—it's larger than that."
"Here's letter size," said Uncle Rob; "but you said note paper."
"Well, that's what I want," said the young woman; "haven't you got any note paper?"
Uncle Rob looked at the clutter of boxes and loose sheets, and than at her. "Don't any of these suit you, madam?" he asked.
"No, they aren't what I want at all,—I want it bigger."
Uncle Rob didn't say a word; but went to a drawer and brought out a sheet of foolscap.
"No," she said, "I told you I wanted it striped."
Uncle Rob pointed to the ruling.
"No, not that kind of stripes."
"Oh!" suddenly a light broke over Uncle Rob's face and he went back to the drawer and brought out, with an air of triumph, a sheet of legal-cap with a red line down the left-hand margin.
