"We have only the best at this counter," she answered, with a slight flush. "You'll be findin' the cheaper the sixth aisle to your right."
But the young man only laughed with unconcern, and continued to keep his gaze on her lowered Irish blue eyes.
"I can afford the best of everything," he said.
There was a pause. Katie raised her eyes and met his own without flinching. He smiled, but he was quite too satisfied with his own charms to notice that the salesgirl was not smiling.
"What time do you quit work?" he inquired.
"I never quit."
She said this as if she were closing a door, but the young man proceeded imperturbably to rattle at the knob.
"I thought," he said, "that you might like to eat a little dinner over at the 'York' with me this evening."
"Thanks," the girl answered, "but I do all me eatin' with me husband.—Will you, please, be tellin' me what sort of stockin's you want?"
The young man grinned. He seemed to enjoy what he took to be her playful repartee.