"With another cloak firm?"
"No; with a department store."
The forewoman smiled sarcastically.
"Don't you fool yourself that you'll be better off. Mr. Meyer! Mr. Meyer!" she called, raising her voice as the son of the house made his appearance in a doorway. "Here's another girl what's got the department-store fever."
Jean shrank from further explanations, particularly with young Meyer, but he bustled up at once and put the same questions as the forewoman.
"Which store is it?" he continued.
She told him, and wondered why he smirked.
"Does Amy Jeffries work there still?" he said.
"Yes."
"Seems to be prospering? Wears good clothes?"