You can have some of them, if you choose." "I will take half a dozen," said Mrs.Gaston in a desponding tone.
"Any thing is better than nothing." "Well, Miss Lizzy Glenn," said Michael, with repulsive familiarity, as Mrs.Gaston turned from the counter and left the store, "what can I do for you this morning ?" The young seamstress made no reply, but laid her bundle upon the counter and unrolled it.

It contained three fine shirts, with linen bosoms and collars, very neatly made.
"Very well done, Lizzy," said Michael, approvingly, as he inspected the two rows of stitching on the bosoms and other parts of the garments that required to be sewed neatly.
"Have you any more ready ?" she asked, shrinking back as she spoke, with a feeling of disgust, from the bold, familiar attendant.
"Have you any more fine shirts for Lizzy Glenn ?" called Michael, back to Berlaps, in a loud voice.
"I don't know.

How has she made them ?" "First rate." "Then let her have some more, and pay her for those just brought in." "That's your sorts!" responded Michael, as he took seventy-five cents from the drawer and threw the money upon the counter.

"Good work, good pay, and prompt at that.

Will you take three more ?" "I will," was the somewhat haughty and dignified reply, intended to repulse the low-bred fellow's offensive familiarity.
"Highty-tighty!" broke in Michael, in an undertone, meant only for the maiden's ear.