"I'm sorry you have such a cough!"
Faith whispered the words quickly.
Number 89 was about to reply when Miss Fairbanks, the buyer, passed the
counter.
"No loitering, Miss Jennings! Don't you see there are customers waiting?
Forward at once! And you, packer, attend to business! I see you have
goods in your hands. Wrap them up this minute!"
CHAPTER IV.
SOME UNPLEASANT INFORMATION.
Faith's face turned scarlet, but she obeyed at once. The next instant
the buyer was forgotten. She was thinking of Miss Jennings.
So the superintendent had not carried out his threat after all. He could
not have forgotten it, his anger had been too genuine.
Faith was thankful enough that the poor girl was still at work, although
she looked sick enough to be in bed in the care of a doctor.
As Faith looked at her she could see plainly the stamp of death upon her
brow. Her cheeks were bloodless and her eyes were sunken.
After eleven o'clock the girls took turns in going to their luncheons.
Some repaired to the basement lunch room, while others who could afford
it patronized the nearby restaurants.
It was a pleasant surprise to Faith when Miss Jennings joined her in the
lunch room. She had a paper bag in her hand, while Faith carried a small
basket.
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