With that she looked around for a chair, which the little dapper man, hurrying off, soon brought, and, sitting down, she drew up her stately figure to its full height, and left Ben to his own devices.
"I suppose it must be a coat," began Ben. Oh, if Mamsie were only there!
Instead, was the big figure in the black silk coat, whose eyes had such a way of boring right through one that it seemed to take the breath away of the one being inspected.
"I suppose so," said the old lady, "as we have come for clothes; why, a coat appears to be essential, and if I were to express an opinion, I should consider that the rest of the suit would be a good investment, too."
"Quite right," a.s.sented the shopman. "Now I will show you some. This way, madam; here, stay, and I will move your chair."
"You will do nothing of the sort," said Madam Van Ruypen, shortly; "this is not to be of my purchasing; this boy will attend to it for me. Ben, you go along with the man and select the articles."
"Do you mean I"m to go without you, ma"am?" asked Ben, quite aghast at the very idea, his blue eyes very wide.
"Of course," said the old lady, having hard work not to laugh; "I said so, I believe."
"But, but--I may not pick out the right things," stammered Ben.
"I"ll trust you," said Madam Van Ruypen, waving him off summarily. So as there was nothing else to do, Ben followed the little man down what seemed an interminable number of aisles, at last pausing before a set of drawers, on either hand of which was a cabinet with doors.
"Now, here," said the salesman, swinging wide one of the doors, "is just the thing. It"s for yourself, I suppose," and he took down with a deft hand a jacket and a pair of trousers.
"Oh, no, it isn"t," Ben made haste to say, answering the question.
"Hey--oh!" the little man whirled around to stare at him,--"your brother then?"
"No," said Ben, growing hot and red in the face. "It isn"t for any of us,--no one I know; she"s going to give them away to some boy who--" he was going to say "needs them," but the salesman shut off the words from his mouth, and, clapping to the door, led the way off down another aisle to a counter where the suits were piled high; "I"ve got just the very thing for you here," he announced, twitching one out; "there, now, see that."
"But that is much too nice," said Ben, putting his finger on the fine goods, and wishing he were anywhere else in the world but in that store, and the perspiration began to trickle in little drops down his face.
"So?" the salesman leaned his hands meditatively on the counter, and surveyed him. "Well, I"ll show you some other goods. Come this way," and again they traversed some more aisles, took an elevator, and went up what seemed to Ben a great many floors, at last coming out to a department which, as far as the eye could see, was stacked with thick, ready-made goods of serviceable materials.
"There," said the little man, giving quick, birdlike glances on either side, and, at last pausing, he slapped his hand smartly down on a small pile of suits, "is just the ticket for you."
"Yes," said Ben, and he ran his hand approvingly over the thick surface, "I guess it is; it looks good."
"And it is good," said the salesman, emphatically; "it"ll outwear three of those other ones downstairs. We haven"t but a few of these left. Now, how big is the boy you want it for?"
"I don"t know," said Ben, helplessly.
"Well, we"ve got to have something to go by," said the salesman; "of course you can"t buy at random and haphazard."
"She didn"t say," said Ben, with a nod over in the direction supposed to be where Madam Van Ruypen was waiting several floors below for the transaction to be completed. "But she"s going to give them to a boy," he added desperately, "and so I guess I"ll pick out the very best you have for the money, and it"ll be right. They"ll fit some boy."
"Right you are," declared the salesman, delighted to have the matter satisfactorily arranged, and, pulling out a coat and jacket, he held them up before Ben"s eyes. "Now that is the best money value we"ve got in the store. Fact. We"re closing them out. Couldn"t afford to give "em at this low figure, but there"s only these few left, and we don"t allow remnants to bother us long, no, sir." He rattled on so fast that Ben, who was slowly going over the coat, which he had by this time gotten into his own hands, in a close examination as to b.u.t.tons and b.u.t.tonholes, only half heard him. Indeed, it wasn"t in the least necessary, for he hadn"t held the garment for a moment before he knew quite well that here was a good bargain, and one well fitted to warm some poor boy, and to wear well.
"You can"t find fault," said the little man, in great satisfaction, when the whole suit had been gone over in this slow way, ""cause there ain"t any. Fact! Well, do you want it?"
"How much is it?" asked Ben.
"Nine-fifty. It"s worth three dollars more, but we"re closing them out, as I told you, and we don"t give room to remnants. It"s a bargain if ever there was one. Fact! Do you want it?"
"Yes, if she says so," said Ben. And now his spirits quite rose, for it was a good thing, and he was not ashamed to show it to Madam Van Ruypen, or to any one else, as his selection. So the salesman flung the suit over his arm, and skipped off, followed by Ben. And they shot down the elevator and went back down all the aisles. There she sat, stiff and immovable, in her chair.
"Oh, only one?" she asked, as the salesman held up the bargain.
"I didn"t know you wanted two," gasped Ben; "you didn"t say so."
"Oh, I suppose I did not mention it. But have you been all this time picking out a paltry one?" She didn"t even offer to touch the suit, and scarcely glanced at it.
"Do you like it?" asked Ben. "See, it"s thick and warm, isn"t it?"
lifting the sleeve for her to see it the better.
"Oh, I suppose it will serve its purpose, and be warm enough," she said carelessly. "Well, now," to the salesman, "will you go back and bring another one, a smaller size, and stay, still another, for there must be some more boys in the family? There ought to be. No, you don"t need to go, Ben; he can pick them out. Just the same quality, mind," and she dismissed the little man.
When he had disappeared, she cast an approving glance at the suit thrown across the counter. "Very well chosen," she said. "And now, see here, run down to the neckwear counter--or stay," and she raised her black glove.
A small army of salesmen seemed to rush to the scene, so many appeared.
"What is it, madam?" for all knew, at least by sight, the wealthy old lady, who, try as hard as she might, never seemed to be able to make much impression on the Van Ruypen money-bags. "Take this boy to the different departments that he selects, and let him buy what pleases him," she said to the first salesman that reached her.
"Yes, madam," he said, well pleased, and leading off with Ben. But just then a floor-walker touched him on the shoulder, "Mr. Moses wants you,"
he said, "about those vests."
"Oh, all right," said the salesman; "here, Perkins," and beckoning to a tall young man, who appeared to Ben very much dressed up, he turned the boy over to him, and went off.
"Well, what do you want?" asked Mr. Perkins, leisurely surveying Ben"s st.u.r.dy figure from his greater height.
"A red woollen tippet, I think," said Ben.
"A red woollen tippet!" repeated the salesman, nearly falling backward.
"Oh, we haven"t got one in the store!"
"Haven"t you?" asked Ben, very much disappointed, for he had set his heart on seeing that the boy who was to have those good warm clothes should have a red woollen tippet to tie around his throat, and perhaps go over his cap, and down around his ears, if it was very cold. Anyway, the ends were to tuck in the jacket. Ben knew just exactly how that tippet was to look when it was all fixed, ready for a sharp, cold, snowy day.
"Well, I can suit you," said the salesman, noting the disappointed tone; "we"ve got silk scarfs, nice ones, all--"
"Oh, I don"t want a silk scarf," said Ben, quickly.
"Some of them are plaid; you don"t know how fine they are. This way,"
and he stepped off.
But as Ben stood quite still, there was nothing for the salesman to do but to come back, which he did, quite discomfited.
"Have you got any caps?" asked Ben, leaving the red tippet out of the question as an impossibility in this shop.
"Caps? Oh, yes, this way," and away they went, down aisles, up in elevators, and into the department where nothing but headgear showed itself.
This time, knowing there were to be three boys provided for with suits, Ben picked out the same number of good, strong caps, the salesman all through the process plainly showing his disgust and disappointment at what he thought was to be a fine purchase, turning out to be such a poor trade. But Ben knew nothing of what was going on in the other one"s mind, and would have cared still less, had he known, all his attention being absorbed in the bargain he was making for Madam Van Ruypen. At last the business was concluded.
"Do you keep gloves?" he asked, as they turned away.