"I beg pardon," said the crest-fallen Mr. Saunders — "the
young lady mistook me; I was speaking of another piece when I
said two dollars."

"He said this was two dollars, and the gray was fourteen
shillings," said Ellen.

"Is the gray fourteen shillings," inquired the old gentleman.

"I think not, Sir," answered Mr. Saunders — "I believe not,
Sir, — I think it's only twelve — I'll inquire, if you please,
Sir."

"No, no," said the old gentleman, "I know it was only twelve —
I know your tricks, Sir. Cut a piece off the blue. Now, my
dear, are there any more pieces of which you would like to
take patterns, to show your mother?"

"No, Sir," said the overjoyed Ellen; "I am sure she will like
one of these."

"Now, shall we go, then?"

"If you please, Sir," said Ellen, "I should like to have my
bit of merino that I brought from home; Mamma wanted me to
bring it back again."

"Where is it?"