"Back room, counter on the left," she said. I went there.
"Have you any red calico like this?" I asked the saleswoman.
"No, sir," she said, "but we have it in Turkey red."
Turkey red again! I surrendered.
"All right," I said, "give me Turkey red."
"How much, sir?" she asked.
"I don't know -- say fifteen meters."
She looked at me strangely, but measured off fifteen meters of Turkey red calico. Then she touched the counter and called out, "Cash!"
A young girl with yellow hair appeared. The woman wrote the number of meters, the name of the goods, her own number, the price, and the amount of money I gave her, on a piece of paper. She probably wrote some other things, like the color of my eyes and the direction and speed of the wind.
She then copied all this into a little book. Then she gave the piece of paper, the money, and the Turkey red cloth to the yellow-haired girl. This girl copied the information into a little book she carried. Then she went away with the calico, the paper and the money.
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After a very long time, the girl came back, bringing the money I was owed and the package of Turkey red calico. I returned to my office, but had time for very little work the rest of the day. When I reached home I gave the package of calico to my wife. She opened it and declared, "Why, this doesn’t match the piece I gave you!"
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