"Hello!" called Fanny. "How are our morals this morning?"
"Going up!" answered Esther Knowles, "considering that it's
Tuesday. Come in. How's the infant prodigy, I lunched with
Ella Monahan, and she told me your first New York trip
was a whirlwind. Congratulations!"
"Thanks. I can't stop. I haven't touched my desk to-day.
I just want to ask you if you know the name of that girl who
has charge of the main chute in the merchandise building."
"Good Lord, child! There are thousands of girls."
"But this one's rather special. She is awfully pretty, and
rather different looking. Exquisite coloring, a
discontented expression, and a blouse that's too low in the
neck."
"Which might be a description of Fanny Brandeis herself,
barring the blouse," laughed Mrs. Knowles. Then, at the
startled look in Fanny's face, "Do forgive me. And don't
look so horrified. I think I know which one you mean. Her
name is Sarah Sapinsky--yes, isn't it a pity!--and it's
queer that you should ask me about her because I've been
having trouble with that particular girl.
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