She would be expected to do a little fancy sewing between times.
We want a bright girl: stylish, and pleasant manners. You know
what I mean. Not over thirty, anyhow; and nice-looking. Will you
write down the name?"

Ann Eliza looked at her confusedly. She opened her lips to
explain, and then, without speaking, turned toward the crisply-
curtained door.

"Ain't you going to leave the AD-dress?" the young woman
called out after her. Ann Eliza went out into the thronged
street. The great city, under the fair spring sky, seemed to throb
with the stir of innumerable beginnings. She walked on, looking
for another shop window with a sign in it.


THE END.