“Beg pardon, Miss; I know men ain’t lowed up here nohow,” humbly apologised that individual; “but, but—”
Vexed and flustered, the Girl turned upon him a trifle irritably with:
“Git! Git, I tell you!”
“But I’m in grite trouble, Miss,” began The Sidney Duck, tearfully. “The boys are back—they missed that road agent Ramerrez and now they’re taking it out of me. If—if you’d only speak a word for me, Miss.”
“No—” began the Girl, and stopped. The next instant she ordered Wowkle to shut the window.
“Oh, don’t be ’ard on me, Miss,” whimpered the man.
The Girl flashed him a scornful look.
“Now, look here, Sidney Duck, there’s one kind o’ man I can’t stand, an’ that’s a cheat an’ a thief, an’ you’re it,” said the Girl, laying great stress upon her words. “You’re no better’n that road agent Ramerrez, an’—”
“But, Miss—” interrupted the man.
“Miss nothin’!” snapped back the Girl, tugging away at the slippers; in desperation once more she ordered: