“No wonder. I cannot see how anyone could stand it.”
“There is a girl I know!” exclaimed Miette, as a child in a somber black dress, with a black lined basket in her hand, made her way through the crowds.
“Where is Marie?” asked Miette, when she could get close enough to the cash girl to ask her the question.
“Gone,” replied the other, glancing curiously at Miette. “Where’re you workin’?” she asked in turn.
“I am not working,” said Miette, not unkindly. “I am at boarding school.”
“Gee!” exclaimed the girl in the black dress.
Then the clerk called: “Here check!”
“But tell me about Marie,” insisted Miette, keeping as close to the cash girl as she could under the circumstances.
“I guess she’s in the hospital,” answered the girl. “She was awful sick—had to be carried out of the store.”
“Here check!” yelled the clerk again. “If you don’t mind your business and get these things wrapped I’ll report you.”