A Piece of Red Calico by Frank R. Stockton
I was going into town one morning from my suburban residence, 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 sample 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
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 enlarged or mended or something. I want some calico of the same
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 anything 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
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
I next went into a store a few doors farther up the street. When I
entered I approached the floor-walker, and handing him my sample,
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 salesman in attendance there. He looked at it on both sides. Then
We haven't any of this.
I was told you had, said I.
We had it, but we're out of it now. You'll get that goods at an
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
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 upstairs. There I asked a man:
Where will I find red calico?
In the far room to the left. Over there. And he pointed to a
I walked through the crowds of purchasers and salespeople, and
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 downstairs, said the
They told me they were up here, I said.
Not these plain goods. You'll find 'em downstairs at the back of
the store, over on that side.
I went downstairs to the back of the store.
Where will 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. And he took down a piece of calico, and
unrolled a yard or two of it on the counter.
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 goods 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.
So I got in 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 departmentother 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.
I went to the fourth counter to the left, and showed my sample to a
salesman. He looked at it, and said:
You'll get this down on the first floorcalico department.
I turned on my heel, descended in the elevator, and went out on the
street. I was thoroughly sick of red calico. But I determined to make
one more trial. My wife had bought her red calico not long before, and
there must be some to be had somewhere. I ought to have asked her where
she obtained it, but I thought a simple little thing like that could be
I went into another large dry-goods store. As I entered the door a
sudden tremor seized me. I could not bear to take out that piece of red
calico. If I had had any other kind of a rag about mea pen-wiper or
anything of the sortI think I would have asked them if they could
But I stepped up to a young woman and presented my sample, with the
Back room, counter on the left, she said.
I went there.
Have you any red calico like this? I asked of the saleswoman
behind the counter.
No, sir, she said, but we have it in Turkey red.
Turkey red again! I surrendered.
All right, I said, give me Turkey red.
How much, sir? she asked.
I don't knowsay five yards.
She looked at me rather strangely, but measured off five yards of
Turkey-red calico. Then she rapped on the counter and called out
Cash! A little girl, with yellow hair in two long plaits, came slowly
up. The lady wrote the number of yards, the name of the goods, her own
number, the price, the amount of the bank-note I handed her, and some
other matters, probably the color of my eyes and the direction and
velocity of the wind, on a slip of paper. She then copied all this into
a little book which she kept by her. Then she handed the slip of paper,
the money, and the Turkey red to the yellow-haired girl. This young
person copied the slip into a little book she carried, and then she
went away with the calico, the paper slip, and the money.
After a very long timeduring which the little girl probably took
the goods, the money, and the slip to some central desk, where the note
was received, its amount and number entered in a book, change given to
the girl, a copy of the slip made and entered, girl's entry examined
and approved, goods wrapped up, girl registered, plaits counted and
entered on a slip of paper and copied by the girl in her book, girl
taken to a hydrant and washed, number of towel entered on a paper slip
and copied by the girl in her book, value of my note and amount of
change branded somewhere on the child, and said process noted on a slip
of paper and copied in her bookthe girl came to me, bringing my
change and the package of Turkey-red calico.
I had time for but very little work at the office that afternoon,
and when I reached home I handed the package of calico to my wife. She
unrolled it and exclaimed:
Why, this don't match the piece I gave you!
Match it! I cried. Oh no! it don't match it. You didn't want that
matched. You were mistaken. What you wanted was Turkey redthird
counter to the left. I mean, Turkey red is what they use.
My wife looked at me in amazement, and then I detailed to her my
Well, said she, this Turkey red is a great deal prettier than
what I had, and you've got so much of it that I needn't use the other
at all. I wish I had thought of Turkey red before.
I wish from the bottom of my heart you had, said I.