An industrious sewer can get along pretty well upon a pinch." No reply was made to this.

The shirts were now ready; but, before they were handed to her, the man bent over the counter, and, putting his face close to hers, said-- "What might your name be, Miss ?" A quick flush suffused the neck and face of the girl, as she stepped back a pace or two, and answered-- "That is of no consequence, sir." "Yes, Miss, but it is of consequence.

We never give out work to people who don't tell their names.

We would be a set of unconscionable fools to do that, I should think." The young woman stood, thoughtful for a little while, and then said, while her cheek still burned-- "Lizzy Glenn." "Very well.

And now, Miss Lizzy, be kind enough to inform me where you live." "That is altogether unnecessary.