"Fun! Glad!" bristled the girl behind the counter. "Well, child, I guess if you knew half—That's a dollar, madam," she interrupted herself hastily, in answer to a young woman's sharp question as to the price of a flaring yellow bow of beaded velvet in the show case.
"Well, I should think 'twas time you told me," snapped the young woman. "I had to ask you twice."
The girl behind the counter bit her lip.
"I didn't hear you, madam."
"I can't help that. It is your business TO hear. You are paid for it, aren't you? How much is that black one?"
"Fifty cents."
"And that blue one?"
"One dollar."
"No impudence, miss! You needn't be so short about it, or I shall report you. Let me see that tray of pink ones."
The salesgirl's lips opened, then closed in a thin, straight line. Obediently she reached into the show case and took out the tray of pink bows; but her eyes flashed, and her hands shook visibly as she set the tray down on the counter. The young woman whom she was serving picked up five bows, asked the price of four of them, then turned away with a brief: