64 TROTTYS WEDDING TOUR. “ And some kind of a green cover, —like this.” “ You want rep, sir. Blue-green? or yellow?” “Tl leave that to you, I guess,” said the customer, hesi- tating. “ Yellow” went into the note-book. “Youll get me a first-class chair, will you ?—in three days, prompt?” “T certainly will,” said Jem. “ What will you charge me?’ * Forty dollars.” ‘“Whe-ew! You mean to make something out of me, if you be a girl! That’s too much.” “That ’s the price of your order, sir,” said Jem, firmly, looking as much like business as a little red-haired, red- cheeked, freckled girl, with tears on her face, could possibly look. ‘I can give you a smaller size, with inferior stuffing, for thirty.” ““ My wife’s pretty considerable size herself,’ mused the customer. “ She might break through on thirty, might n’t she now ?” “T’m afraid she might,’”’ said Jem, demurely. “Tl go forty on it, I guess, and do the thing ship-shape,” concluded the customer. The first thing that Jem did, when the customer had gone, was to go straight out and hang up the sign again; and as she stood on the ladder in the sun the gilt of the mourning letters revived, and winked at her shrewdly, with a certain relieved, comfortable air, too, such as people have been known