"Please let me have a few drops of aromatic spirits of ammonia in a
glass of water," she said, with the utmost composure.
"Yes, ma'am!" said the impressionable clerk, who had been looking at
her through the display window as she stood on the corner.
But a moment later, as he turned from the shelves of glass jars
against the wall, with the potion she had asked for in his hand, he
uttered an exclamation: "For goshes' sake, Miss!" And, describing
this adventure to his fellow-boarders, that evening, "Sagged pretty
near to the counter, she was," he said. "If I hadn't been a bright,
quick, ready-for-anything young fella she'd 'a' flummixed plum! I was
watchin' her out the window--talkin' to some young s'iety fella, and
she was all right then. She was all right when she come in the store,
too. Yes, sir; the prettiest girl that ever walked in our place and
took one good look at me. I reckon it must be the truth what some you
town wags say about my face!"
CHAPTER XXVIII
At that hour the heroine of the susceptible clerk's romance was
engaged in brightening the rosy little coal fire under the white
mantelpiece in her pretty white-and-blue boudoir.
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