“You mean where did I work?”
He nodded, still with that curious measuring of her.
“In Brooklyn—in a department store. I was at the perfumery. And one day Miss Barton, Bessie Barton—ever hear of her?”
“Rather! Peach of a voice—in ‘Kiss Me Again.’”
“Yes. She was playing over there last year and she came in to buy some French extract—it’s awfully expensive—”
“I know.”
“I waited on her. And after she’d bought a big bottle—it was eight-eighty an ounce—she asked me if I’d ever wanted to go on the stage. She said I was—” Sallie paused.
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] “Go on,” he put in quickly. “She said you were a beauty who didn’t belong behind a counter.”
“How did you know?” came wonderingly.
“I don’t need blinders to make me see straight,” he remarked succinctly.