"I don't know as I need any advice," said she, smiling frankly, "because I have made up my mind."
"Well, but don't you know that is the very time? Half the people I see make up their minds first and ask advice afterwards," said Mr. Grayson.
"I suppose they want to be advised to take their own way," said Nelly.
Mr. Grayson laughed. "You are a shrewd one, Nelly. But come, now; tell me the trouble."
Nelly told the story, blaming Kitty as little as she possibly could.
"Oho!" said Mr. Grayson, rubbing his glasses. "And now what are you going to do about it, Nelly?"
"I am going to tell the truth," said Nelly, with emphasis, and falling back into her Irish, as she was apt to do when excited. "Sure my granny said the blessing of God shone on the straight path; and I believe it's true, sir."
"It is true; stick to that, Nelly," said Mr. Grayson, with emphasis. "But what were you crying about, my girl?"
"I don't know but I shall lose my place," said Nelly, the tears coming up again. "Miss Lennox was sent away, last week, for not keeping rules; and it is against orders for the girls to have their friends come to see them in the shop."
"Oho! so then I am breaking rules, too? I must buy something and become a customer, or I shall be getting you into another scrape. And so you cried because you thought you should lose your place? Was that all?"