MY SUMMER IN A GARDEN. 171 



trast, till the whole thing seems to me 

 about of one color. But I can settle my 

 mind on nothing. The affair assumes a 

 high degree of importance. I am satis 

 fied with nothing but perfection. I 

 don t know what may happen if the 

 shade is not matched. I go to another 

 shop, and another, and another. At last 

 a pretty girl, who could make any cus 

 tomer believe that green is blue, 

 matches the shade in a minute. I buy 

 five cents worth. That was the order. 

 Women are the most economical persons 

 that ever were. I have spent two hours 

 in this five-cent business ; but who shall 

 say they were wasted, when I take the 

 stuff home, and Polly says it is a perfect 

 match, and looks so pleased, and holds it 

 up with the work, at arm s-length, and 

 turns her head one side, and then takes 

 her needle, and works it in ? Working in, 

 I can see, my own obligingness and 



