The work was hard; it necessitated long hours and continual standing on her feet.

Rose was not rugged enough to accustom herself to the work all at once, and she was discharged.

This disheartened her, but she kept on trying to find other employment.
One day in the shopping district, some one accosted her.

She looked up to see a young man, slim, elegant, with a curl of his lips she remembered.

He raised his hat.
"How do you do, Mr.Swann," she answered.
"Rose, are you on the way home ?" "Yes." "Let's go down this side street," he said, throwing away his cigarette.