"Hang me! what a clever girl you are, Lotty! That's the kind of thing the swells like.

As for me, give me ten minutes of Jolly Nash.

But you know how to pull 'em in, Lotty." It was approaching twelve, the hour when they were due.

Lotty retired and arrayed herself in her quietest and most sober dress, a costume in some brown stuff, with a bonnet to match.

She put on her best gloves and boots, having herself felt the inferiority of the shop-girl to the lady in those minor points, and she modified and mitigated her fringe, which, she knew, was rather more exaggerated than young ladies in society generally wear.
"You're not afraid, Lotty ?" said Joe, when at last she was ready to start.
"Afraid?
Not I, Joe.