“I’m not on the same ‘projick’ now,” said Patty, smiling at him. “Is department B in the same place?”
“Sure it is,” and for some reason the boy added, “miss,” after a momentary pause, which made Patty realise his different attitude toward her, now that she wore a more elaborate costume, than when he had seen her in a purposely plain little suit.
“And is the same lady still in charge of it?”
“Yep; dey ain’t nuttin’ lessen dynnimite goin’ to boost Mis’ Greene outen o’ here!”
“Then Mrs. Greene is the lady I want to see,” and Patty threaded her way through the narrow passages between the piled up boxes.
“No pass needed; she’s a free show,” the boy called after her, and in a moment Patty found herself again in the presence of the sharp-faced, tired-looking woman whom she had once interviewed regarding her embroidery work.
“This is Mrs. Greene, isn’t it?” said Patty, pleasantly.
“Yes, I am,” snapped the woman. “You don’t want work again, do you?”
“No,” said Patty, smiling, “I come this time on quite a different errand.”
“Then you don’t want to see me. I’m here only to give out work. Did Mr. Myers send you?”