"
Miss Jones glanced at the sample that Miss Jennings was holding.
"You know very well that we are all out of that," she replied, sharply.
"How often have I told you not to bother me with such questions!"
Miss Jennings handed the sample to the customer without the slightest
trace of emotion.
"The 'head of stock' says we have none. I trust you will believe her,
madam."
The woman snatched her sample and hurried away, while Miss Jennings went
to another customer as calmly as though nothing had happened.
Faith drew a long breath. Her cheeks were fairly tingling. She glanced
about a little to see whether any one else had noticed the transaction.
The clerks were all moving about in their automatic way. It was plain
that such occurrences as this amounted to nothing.
Suddenly Faith's glance rested on a young man who was standing in the
aisle where he could watch her every movement.
As their eyes met he raised his hat and smiled at her brazenly.
Faith gasped for breath. Her insulter was young Denton.
CHAPTER VI.
FAITH DISCOVERS A FRESH HORROR.
Faith dropped her eyes to her desk so that she would not see the fellow,
but she could still feel the insulting gaze that was bent upon her.
She was glad when a great crowd of shoppers came surging in at the big
doors, for the afternoons were always far busier than the mornings at
this establishment.
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