"You see,
I know almost no one in the store except Miss Jennings, and now that she
is gone I am very lonely."
"Why, no, I don't mind your talking to me, why should I? I guess it
ain't necessary to wait for an introduction. Got anything in particular
you want to say to me?"
The girl's answer was prompt, but not at all unpleasant.
"Oh, no; that is, not now," said Faith very quickly. "I just want to get
acquainted. You know I could see you plainly when I was a packer and,
well, I liked your looks and that's about all there is to it."
While she was speaking, Faith was conscious of a change in the girl's
face. She was evidently trying to read her to see if there was anything
behind this desire for an acquaintance.
Faith tried to smile brightly as she looked into her eyes. She knew that
she must win this girl's friendship if she wished to help her.
"Let's sit down here," said the young woman shortly. "I like this
corner; it's lighter than the others."
They both sat down and opened their baskets, and while they hurriedly
swallowed their luncheon, they talked a little.
"My name is Faith Marvin and I have Miss Jennings' place at present at
the ribbon counter. I wrote that petition that you signed this morning.
Isn't it too bad that the firm will not grant us that sacred privilege
of accompanying our dead friend to her last resting place?"
Faith had introduced herself as well as she could, and now waited for
her companion to follow her example.
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