It was the
kind old lady whom Miss Jennings had dragged behind the counter during
the excitement about the fire. She had said at that time that she would
not forget her.
Faith's ready tears had already sprung into her eyes, but she managed to
tell the good woman what had happened.
When she finished speaking the lady looked terribly grieved. She could
not speak for a moment--she was so shocked and indignant.
"That settles my shopping in this place any more," she said finally. "I
will not trade in a store where my sister women are so badly treated."
Faith saw her opportunity, so she hurriedly told her about the petition,
and how the house that had closed its doors because a son of the junior
partner died would not spare half a day to let its employees attend the
funeral of a comrade.
"What a shame!" said the lady, carefully lowering her voice. "What a
pity that the public should not know of all these things. I am sure it
would result in their losing many customers."
"If there was only some way to make them more considerate," said Faith
sadly, "and I am sure there is--I am praying for them daily."
"Dear, dear, you don't say!" said the lady, a little surprised. "Why, it
is strange that I did not think of that before, for I am accustomed to
going to the Lord with everything!"
"Oh, I am so glad to hear that!" cried Faith impetuously.
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