“Aht!” The Italian clasped her fat brown hands in rapture and, nodding delightedly to her amazed audience, shuffled after Teddy, who had already started up the aisle toward an elevator.
“Forevermore!” gasped the Gobbler. “I’d like to know how that boy guessed what she wanted.”
“Who is that boy?” came the sharp question from the business-like man.
“His name is Teddy. That’s all I know about him,” volunteered one of the saleswomen.
“He’s the messenger boy in this department,” stated another girl, better informed.
“He’s a very bright boy,” cut in the man decisively, “and decidedly observing.” Then he marched off down the aisle to his office, while the little knot of salespersons resumed their usual stations in their department.