"Oh, no; that is, not now," said Faith very quickly. "I just want to get acquainted. You know I could see you plainly when I was a packer and, well, I liked your looks and that's about all there is to it."
While she was speaking, Faith was conscious of a change in the girl's face. She was evidently trying to read her to see if there was anything behind this desire for an acquaintance.
Faith tried to smile brightly as she looked into her eyes. She knew that she must win this girl's friendship if she wished to help her.
"Let's sit down here," said the young woman shortly. "I like this corner; it's lighter than the others."
They both sat down and opened their baskets, and while they hurriedly swallowed their luncheon, they talked a little.
"My name is Faith Marvin and I have Miss Jennings' place at present at the ribbon counter. I wrote that petition that you signed this morning. Isn't it too bad that the firm will not grant us that sacred privilege of accompanying our dead friend to her last resting place?"
Faith had introduced herself as well as she could, and now waited for her companion to follow her example.
"My name is Lou Willis and I hate funerals," said the girl. "I can't see why in the world you ever wrote that petition."
The words startled Faith; they were so sharp and unfeeling.
"Why—you signed the petition," she said after a minute.