You
can't think how I hate to give up. I had so hoped to finish it this
time!"
The man shook his head.
"No, we're absolutely full just now. Later on there might be something,
- after the season is over."
"But that will be after school begins," answered the girl bitterly. "I
can't work at all then!" and catching up a bag fully as shabby as the
hat, she hurried away.
"Who is she?" asked Blair abruptly, overlooking for the moment his
original purpose in seeking the man.
"School-teacher from Pasadena," replied the clerk briefly. "Teaches art
in some private school over there, I believe." He eyed Blair amusedly.
"Think you've met her before somewhere?"
Blair allowed his annoyance to show. "No, never laid eyes on her till
just now. But I couldn't help feeling a bit sorry for her," he
persisted. "She seemed so sort of cut up. What's the trouble?"
"I'm sorry for her myself," declared the man on the other side as he
hung the returned key on its board. "This is the third time that poor
little woman's had to leave before she could finish what she came for on
account of the expense. But what can we do?" He shrugged his shoulders.
"The St. Catherine isn't exactly a Y. W. C. A."
"What is it she's trying to do?"
Amusement deepened in the man's eyes.
Pages:
41
42
43
44
45
46
47
48
49
50
51
52
53
54
55
56
57
58
59
60
61
62
63
64
65