Immediately behind her came two bright-faced girls who, with much giggling and bantering, picked out a jeweled creation of scarlet velvet, and a fairy-like structure of tulle and pink buds. As the girls turned chattering away Pollyanna drew an ecstatic sigh.
"Is this what you do all day? My, how glad you must be you chose this!"
"Glad!"
"Yes. It must be such fun—such lots of folks, you know, and all different! And you can talk to 'em. You have to talk to 'em—it's your business. I should love that. I think I'll do this when I grow up. It must be such fun to see what they all buy!"
"Fun! Glad!" bristled the girl behind the counter. "Well, child, I guess if you knew half— That's a dollar, madam," she interrupted herself hastily, in answer to a young woman's sharp question as to the price of a flaring yellow bow of beaded velvet in the show case.
"Well, I should think 'twas time you told me," snapped the young woman. "I had to ask you twice."
The girl behind the counter bit her lip.
"I didn't hear you, madam."
"I can't help that. It is your business to hear. You are paid for it, aren't you? How much is that black one?"
"Fifty cents."
"And that blue one?"
"One dollar."
