“But not you!” he exclaimed.
“No,” she said. “Not me.”
“Why didn’t you go too?” He continued his flattering investigations with a generous smile.
“I simply didn’t care to,” said she, proudly nonchalant.
“And I suppose you are in charge here?”
“No,” she answered. “I just happened to have run down here for these scissors. That’s all.”
“I often see your sister,” said he. “‘Often’ do I say?—that is, generally, when I come; but never you.”
“I’m never in the shop,” she said. “It’s just an accident to-day.”
“Oh! So you leave the shop to your sister?”
“Yes.” She said nothing of her teaching.