Page:The Dial (Volume 75).djvu/374

316 get myself Why—I feel as though oh—I'd like to be that piece of silk in there—that strip of braid—that red or that blue ribbon, which the girls in the dry goods stores, after they've measured it with their tape-measure  did you ever notice what they do? They make an "8" of it around the thumb and finger of their left hand before they wrap it up (4 pause.) And I watch the man or the woman, when they come out of the shop with the bundle either hanging to one of their fingers, or held under one of their arms. And I watch them till they are out of sight imagining—uh-h! all that I imagine! You couldn't guess half of it! (A pause—Then gloomily, reflectively, as though speaking to himself.) But it does me good—some good at least.