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. "Then Turkey red is what you want." "Is Turkey red just like this?" I asked. "No," said he, "but it's much better." "That makes no difference to me," I replied. "I want something just like this." "But they don't use that for furniture," he said. "I should think people could use anything they wanted for furniture," I remarked, somewhat sharply. "They can, but they don't," he said quite calmly. "They don't use red like that. They use Turkey red." I said no more, but left. The next place I visited was a very large dry-goods store. Of the first salesman I saw I inquired if they kept red calico like my sample. "You'll find that on the second story," said he. I went up-stairs. There I asked a man: "Where shall I find red calico?" "In the far room to the left," and he pointed to a distant corner. I walked through the crowds of purchasers and salespeople, around the counters and tables filled with goods, to the far room to the left. When I got there I asked for red calico. "The second counter down this side," said the man. I went there and produced my sample. "Calicoes down-stairs," said the man. "They told me they were up here," I said. "Not these plain goods. You'll find them downstairs at the back of the store, over on that side." I went down-stairs to the back of the store. "Where can I find red calico like this?" I asked. "Next counter but one," said the man addressed, walking with me in the direction pointed out. "Dunn, show red calicoes." Mr. Dunn took my sample and looked at it. "We haven't this shade in that quality of goods," he said. "Well, have you it in any quality of goods?" I asked. "Yes. We've got it finer." He took down a piece of calico, and unrolled a yard or two of it. "That's not this shade," I said. "No," said he. "The goods is finer and the color's better." "I want it to match this," I said. "I thought you weren't particular about the match," said the salesman. "You said you didn't care for the quality of the goods, and you know you can't match without you take into consideration quality and color both. If you want that quality of goods in red, you ought to get Turkey red." I did not think it necessary to answer this remark, but said: "Then you've got nothing to match this?" "No, sir. But perhaps they may have it in the upholstery department, in the sixth story." I got into the elevator and went up to the top of the house. "Have you any red stuff like this?" I said to a young man. "Red stuff? Upholstery department--other end of this floor." I went to the other end of the floor. "I want some red calico," I said to a man. "Furniture goods?" he asked. "Yes," said I. "Fourth counter to the left."