"Well, it's pretty good when one can't do any better. An industrious sewer can get along pretty well upon a pinch."
No reply was made to this. The shirts were now ready; but, before they were handed to her, the man bent over the counter, and, putting his face close to hers, said—
"What might your name be, Miss?"
A quick flush suffused the neck and face of the girl, as she stepped back a pace or two, and answered—
"That is of no consequence, sir."
"Yes, Miss, but it is of consequence. We never give out work to people who don't tell their names. We would be a set of unconscionable fools to do that, I should think."
The young woman stood thoughtful for a little while, and then said, while her cheek still burned—
"Lizzy Glenn."
"Very well. And now, Miss Lizzy, be kind enough to inform me where you live."
"That is altogether unnecessary. I will bring the work home as soon as I have finished it."