Shirley turned to the cashier.
“I’m sorry,” she said quietly, “but I have misplaced my money. I’ll have to ask you to wait till to-morrow.”
“Misplaced your money, eh,” sneered the man, looking at Shirley’s shabby attire. “I suppose, when you came in here, you were sure you had money, were you?”
“Of course I was,” said Shirley indignantly.
“Well, I’m not so sure. I’ve seen your kind before. I guess I had better call an officer.”
Shirley became greatly frightened.
“Please don’t do that,” she said, in great alarm. “I’ll pay you to-morrow sure. Honestly I will.”
“That’s an old one,” said the cashier. “Either you will dig up ten cents right now or I shall call a policeman.”
“But I haven’t ten cents,” said Shirley tearfully.
“Then I shall call the officer,” said the cashier, and reached for the desk telephone.