"But the open air--the liberty--" "Oh yes, that must be the good side of it," assented Bertha.
"On a morning like this--" Mr.Jollyman's eyes wandered to a gleam of sunny sky visible through the shop window.

The girl's glance passed quickly over his features, and she was on the point of saying something; but discretion interposed.

Instead of the too personal remark, she repeated her thanks, bent her head with perhaps a little more than the wonted graciousness, and left the shop.

The grocer stood looking toward the doorway.

His countenance had fallen.