“If you please, miss, for I shall get things ready to have the auction sale of my household effects in the morning.”
Maybelle hurried away, and her next interview was with the letter-carrier for that district.
She told him that Florence Fane had gone to New York to live, and had requested her—Miss Maybelle Maury—to receive any letters that might come to her address. He was to deliver them privately to her keeping, that her aunt might not discover the correspondence she was carrying on.
The carrier promised compliance.
CHAPTER XV.
“AS PROUD AND AS PRETTY AS A PRINCESS.”
Floy was taken to Mr. Maury’s palatial store, on one of the most prosperous business thoroughfares of New York, and given a position behind the handkerchief counter.
Her genial, sunny nature, always looking at the bright side of everything, soon attracted admiring friends among her fellow employés, and made her popular with the elegant customers who patronized the well-known importing house.
She was so frank, so pretty, so engaging that it was a pleasure to be waited on by such a girl, who, while eager to please, did not feel abashed by the notice of the stately ladies of the grand Four Hundred, nor permit herself to be patronized by them. She had a rare and graceful dignity, this wild rose of a girl, that repelled insolence and patronage alike. When her fellow salesgirls twitted her on her air of easy independence, declaring that it would give offense, she tossed her shining head and answered, saucily:
“Why, I am as good as they are, so why should I cringe to them? Money is the only difference between us.”