A CHAMPION SHOPPER.

Globe, Volume V, Issue 524, 22 February 1876, Page 3

A CHAMPION SHOPPER.

She swept into our largest dry goods store with that easy grace that belongs as a birthright to Baltimore's fair daughters, stopping at the glove-counter? The polite clerk rushed forward to wait on her, with a note of interrogation in each eye ; she asked for kid- gloves. ' Yes'm, what size 'm ?' A gorgeous pull-pack passed her, and she turned to look at it, and then ejaculated ' Kid gloves ?' ' Yes'm, what size 'em ?' ' Why, Miss Sue, how do you do ? haven' seen you for an age,' &c, &c. ' Good bye,' and as she turns to the patient clerk and transfixed him with a stony stare, again demands in an injured tone, ' Kid gloves !' • Yes'm, what size 'm ?' asked the now somewhat excited clerk. 'Oh ! why, five and three-quarters.' The box, containing six dozen of every conceivably shape is placed before her. Carefully she looks at each one of the seventy-two pairs, draws some seventeen pairs out of their various packages, burst the bands that held them in dozens, and then remarks, ' Why, I wanted black gloves.' The box containing the black kids is produced, a similar process of disarranging the stock is gone through, and a pair is finally selected. ' How much are they?' chirps the fair one. ' One dollar and seventyfive cents,' replies he of the yard-stick. ' Oh, my gracious ! Tell sells them for fifty cents.' Yardstick explains that the goods would cost three times that sum, &c. ; goods must be damaged to sell at that price. Lady admits they are somewhat damaged, but just as good ; gets mad, and flounces out of the store.