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To be sure, we are no nearer knowing whether he is the REAL Jamie, or not, but my sister loves him like an own son now, and has legally adopted him, as I presume you know. "Then she has her girls. Do you remember Sadie Dean, the salesgirl?
It never occurred to her that the girl might have been tempted to steal and had not resisted the temptation. It was on account of this brief conversation with the salesgirl that Sarah was thinking intently of Mary Turner, after her return to the office, from which Gilder himself happened to be absent for the moment.
She continued to gaze longingly at the rosy beauty, while the salesgirl meditatively dusted the show-case. "Stop! I'll tell you how you can manage to get it," Julia said, suddenly. "It's the rule of this store that on Christmas Eve, after all the customers are gone, each employee may choose as a present from the firm some article worth a quarter of his or her wages for the week.
In August the patronage was so great and continuous that Mary found it necessary to hire three more waitresses and a salesgirl for the gift shop. She spent more of her own time there, leaving the care of the store to Shadrach, Simeon Crocker and a new clerk, who had been hired to help with the summer custom.
"They sent her to prison for three years," she answered, sharply. "Three years?" The salesgirl had repeated the words in a tone that was indefinable, yet a tone vehement in its incredulous questioning. "Three years?" she said again, as one refusing to believe. "Yes," Sarah said, impressed by the girl's earnestness; "three years." "Good God!"
When the cover was taken off the box, her cheeks crimsoned with indignation and her eyes blazed, as she turned inquiringly to Julia. "Indeed, Katy, it is none of my doings," protested the salesgirl; though the result of the experiment was so funny she had not the heart to laugh.
She had been transferred to another department; but every day she took occasion to go around and look at the doll, to make sure that it was still there; and the kindly salesgirl always found time to give her an encouraging nod and a smile. One afternoon, however, a few days before Christmas, when Julia returned from her lunch she met Katy, who was crying bitterly.
Take it to the desk, please, and ask." The salesgirl took the bill and the shawl, and went to the desk. She came back, almost immediately, with the storekeeper, who looked sharply at the customer and noted the number of the coupon. "It is all right," he said, satisfied apparently by the inspection; "a little unusual, only. We don't see many of them. Can I help you, miss?"
It was all very well to make an extra effort to oblige one occasionally; but if she did it every time she was exhorted to, surely her tired feet would give out before the end of the day. "Cash is so poky!" complained the salesgirl to her companion behind the counter. "Hie you, Cash! Hustle I say!" called the floor-walker peremptorily, as he passed.
"Are you as lonesome as ever?" asked Pollyanna wistfully, when the salesgirl was at liberty again. "Well, I can't say I've given more'n five parties, nor been to more'n seven, since I saw you," replied the girl so bitterly that Pollyanna detected the sarcasm. "Oh, but you did something nice Christmas, didn't you?" "Oh, yes.
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