I did not think it necessary to answer this comment, but said: "Then you've got nothing like this?"
"No, sir. But perhaps they may have it in the upholstery department on the sixth floor." So I got in the elevator and went to the sixth floor.
"Have you any red material like this?" I said to a young man.
"Red material? Upholstery department -- other end of this floor."
I went to the other end of the floor. "I want some red calico," I said to a man.
"Furniture goods?" he asked.
"Yes," said I.
"Fourth counter to the left."
I went to the fourth counter to the left, and showed my sample to a salesman. He looked at it, and said, "You'll get this down on the first floor -- calico department."
I went down in the elevator, and out on the street. I was completely sick of red calico.
But I decided to make one more effort.
My wife had bought her red calico not long before, and there must be some to be had somewhere. I should have asked her where she got it. But I thought a simple little thing like that could be bought anywhere.
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I went into another large store. As I entered the door, a sudden nervousness took hold of me. I just could not take out that piece of red calico again. If I had had any other kind of a cloth, I think I would have asked them if they could match that.
But I stepped up to a young woman and presented my sample, with the usual question.
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