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Updated: July 11, 2025
It was on this same day that Sarah, on one of her numerous trips through the store in behalf of Gilder, was accosted by a salesgirl, whose name, Helen Morris, she chanced to know. It was in a spot somewhere out of the crowd, so that for the moment the two were practically alone.
Sarah experienced a momentary astonishment, for she was still remembering the feverish excitement displayed by the salesgirl, who had declared herself to be a most intimate friend of the convict. But the mystery was to remain unsolved, since Gilder now entered the office. He walked with the quick, bustling activity that was ordinarily expressed in his every movement.
Constance's attention was recalled by the man who beckoned her aside to talk to the salesgirl who had waited on her. "You remember seeing this lady at the counter?" he asked of the girl. She nodded. "And that woman in there?" he motioned. Again the salesgirl nodded. "Do you remember anything else that happened?" he asked Constance as they faced Kitty Carr and he handed Constance the ring.
Alphonse Rook "Phonzie" spent the greater part of his time at the office of the Manhattan Music Publishing Company, under which auspices the Broadway Melody Shop operated. He was replaced by a salesgirl of such superlative dress and manner that her long jet earrings were like exclamations at the audacity of her personality.
Why, you don't know how good she is, and how much money she gives to to charitable 'sociations and everything." "PollyANNA!" remonstrated Mrs. Carew, sharply. Once more she would have gone, but this time she was held spellbound by the ringing scorn in the low, tense voice of the salesgirl. "Oh, yes, I know! There's lots of 'em that'll give to RESCUE work.
There are some refuse bags, too. Yell when you want them removed." She took the bundles woodenly until she came to a plastic can. Then she gasped. "Water! Two gallons!" "There are heat tablets, and a skin tub." The salesgirl had explained how one gallon was enough in the plastic bag that served as a tub; he had his doubts. "Detergent. The whole works."
Also there was talk of several new stores, but Hamilton and Company were inclined to believe this merely talk and did not worry about it. Their trade was unusually brisk and the demand for Mary-'Gusta's services as salesgirl interfered considerably with her duties as assistant housekeeper.
Taking a rose from the bunch of jacqueminots she wore, she fastened it to the breast of the child's black apron, and was gone before the latter could recover from her astonishment. It was only a little incident, but it changed the whole aspect of Cash's day. The beautiful flower glowed against the dark uniform, like a bit of joy vouchsafed to a sombre life. "How lovely!" exclaimed the salesgirl.
Her parents were poor, her father being a mechanic in a factory town of Massachusetts. She had several brothers and sisters, all of whom reached maturity and most of whom married. Before marriage she was a salesgirl in a department store, worked fairly hard for rather small pay, but was strong, jolly, liked dancing and amusements, liked men and had her girl friends.
The salesgirl is busy with another customer. The rest is easy. And then the store detective steps in and here she is captured." The girl had been listening wildly through her tears. "Oh," she sobbed, "you don't understand none of you. I don't crave anything. I I just can't help it and then, afterwards I I HATE the stuff and I am so afraid. I hurry home and I oh, what shall I do what shall I do?"
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