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At length, I heard my name called. I was conducted to a small office where a middle-aged woman sat behind a desk. 
"Miss Wright? I believe you said you have some pram robes."
My heart began thumping when I opened my suitcase and spread two blankets on a table beside her desk. She picked them up and walked to a window to examine them in daylight. Half to herself, she said, "Unusual color combinations. I don't believe I've seen anything like these before."

What did that mean? Good sign or bad? Timidly, I pointed out that they were hand-woven. Yes, she could see that and hand-woven fabrics were not often found. Had I done the blankets myself? Yes, I had a small loom in my apartment. She fingered them for a moment and then said, incisively, "I like them. I'll take six of these and four of these." She would pay $7 apiece. As I have said, I cannot do sums well on paper, much less in my head, but I calculated that the net to me from $70 would be something over $40. When I walked from