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Show Repartee of the Shop. "I nover was so Insulted In my llfo!" said the girl with tho brown oyos indignantly. in-dignantly. "Kxplaln further," was the request "Why, you know Fldo chowed up the muff to that bet ot gray furs of mine, and so I went Into a shop today to-day to see if I could And a muff that would Bult, so he callod another clerk. This one hunted high and low, ho dragged out muffs till thoy heaped the counter, but ho couldn't find one that would match. Finally 'he called the proprietor, a fat, stuffy man, who came waddling down the aisle and said: 'What Is the trouble?' " 'I can't make n match,' I said almost al-most tearfully. "'Why, that's funny,' ho Bald, in a hatefully patronizing manner. 'What's tho .matter with tho mon?' " |