“I got to get that order right in,” she said: “five copies—or was it six, you said?”
“I think I could use six,” murmured Lydia.
“And all leather-bound! Well, now, I know you won’t ever be sorry. It’s one of those works any intelligent person would be proud to own.”
“I’m sure it is,” said the girl gently.
She turned to Mrs. Daggett.
“Can’t you stay awhile longer? I—I should like—”
“Oh, I guess Abby’d better come right along with me,” put in Lois briskly ... “and that reminds me, do you want to pay something down on that order? As a general thing, where I take a big order—”
“Of course—I’d forgotten; I always prefer to pay in advance.”
The girl opened the tall desk and producing a roll of bills told off the price of her order into Miss Daggett’s hand.
“I should think you’d be almost afraid to keep so much ready money by you, with all those men workin’ outside,” she commented.