I consented to this, and we went in-doors to prepare dinner.--_Rudder Grange_. A PIECE OF RED CALICO. Mr. Editor:--If the following true experience shall prove of any advantage to any of your readers, I shall be glad. I was going into town the other morning, when my wife handed me a little piece of red calico, and asked me if I would have time during the day, to buy her two yards and a half of calico like that. I assured her that it would be no trouble at all; and putting the piece of calico in my pocket, I took the train for the city. At lunch-time I stopped in at a large dry-goods store to attend to my wife's commission. I saw a well-dressed man walking the floor between the counters, where long lines of girls were waiting on much longer lines of customers, and asked him where I could see some red calico. "This way, sir," and he led me up the store. "Miss Stone," said he to a young lady, "show this gentleman some red calico." "What shade do you want?" asked Miss Stone. I showed her the little piece of calico that my wife had given me. She looked at it and handed it back to me. Then she took down a great roll of red calico and spread it out on the counter. "Why, that isn't the shade!" said I. "No, not exactly," said she; "but it is prettier than your sample." "That may be," said I; "but, you see, I want to match this piece. There is something already made of this kind of calico, which needs to be made larger, or mended, or something. I want some calico of the same shade." The girl made no answer, but took down another roll. "That's the shade," said she. "Yes," I replied, "but it's striped." "Stripes are more worn than any thing else in calicoes," said she. "Yes; but this isn't to be worn. It's for furniture, I think. At any rate, I want perfectly plain stuff, to match something already in use." "Well, I don't think you can find it perfectly plain, unless you get Turkey-red." "What is Turkey-red?" I asked. "Turkey-red is perfectly plain in calicoes," she answered. "Well, let me see some." "We haven't any Turkey-red calico left," she said, "but we have some very nice plain calicoes in other colors." "I don't want any other color. I want stuff to match this." "It's hard to match cheap calico like that," she said, and so I left her. I next went into a store a few doors farther up Broadway. When I entered I approached the "floor-walker," and handing him my sample, said: "Have you any calico like this?" "Yes, sir," said he. "Third counter to the right." I went to the third counter to the right, and showed my sample to the saleman in attendance there. He looked at it on both sides. Then he said: "We haven't any of this." "That gentleman said you had," said I. "We had it, but we're out of it now. You'll get that goods at an upholsterer's." I went across the street to an upholsterer's. "Have you any stuff like this?' I asked. "No," said the salesman. "We haven't. Is it for furniture?" "Yes," I replied.