"I called Constance over from the candy booth to take my place because a gray-haired rusher came back seven times to have me pin violets on his coat--and I couldn't smile any more.

There he goes now.

That's his second trip for Constance." "This is a cruel world.

I suppose it would fuss her all up if I dropped him out of a window," Johnny observed wistfully.
"Constance doesn't need help.

Just watch her!" And Polly grinned appreciatively as Constance, recognizing and sorting the tottering lady-killer at a glance, took his money handed him a nosegay and a pin, and returned to the back of the booth to arrange her stock: A huge blot of orange and a thin streak of lavender paused on the other side of the palms.