I
didn't know what gingham was till the other day. But I can recognize it
now on sight, and am no end proud of my knowledge."
"I suppose you are familiar with silk," said she with a quick glance.
He returned it. "Aren't you?"
"I'm not specially fond of it."
"What fabrics do you like best?"
"Thin, sheer things, fine but durable."
"Linens?"
"No, cottons, batistes, voiles--that sort of thing."
"I'm afraid you've got me now," he owned, looking puzzled. "Perhaps I'd
know them if I saw them. If Benson has any--I mean, if we have any," he
amended quickly, "I'd like to have you see them. Let me go and ask
Carson."
He was off to consult the man in the office and was back in a minute.
When Roberta had purchased the yard of lavender linen he led her into
another aisle and requested the clerk to show her his finest goods.
Roberta looked on, much amused, while the display was made, and praised
liberally. But suddenly she pounced upon a piece of white material with
a tiny white flower embroidered upon its delicate surface.
"That's one of the prettiest pieces of Swiss muslin I ever saw," said
she. "And at such a reasonable price.
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