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"Will you please bring me," said Rose, "that Poiret model you showed me
before the others came in? I'll try it on."
The saleswoman's manner was different now and she grumbled something
about its being closing time.
"Then, if you'll bring it at once ..." said Rose. And the saleswoman
went on the errand.
Five minutes later, Galbraith from staring gloomily at the mournful heap
of trouble Mrs. Goldsmith had left on his hands, looked up to confront a
vision that made him gasp.
[Illustration: "It isn't quite so much your style, is it?"]
"I wanted you to see if you liked this," said Rose.
"If I liked it!" he echoed. "Look here! If you know enough to pick out
things like that, why did you let that woman waste everybody's time with
junk like this? Why didn't you help her out?"
"I couldn't have done much," Rose said, "even if my offering to do
anything hadn't made her angry--and I think it would have. You see,
she's got lots of taste, only it's bad. She wasn't bewildered a bit.


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