As she rushed up with the parcel, an awkward accident
occurred. The lady heedlessly stepped backward. Cash dodged; but,
alas! before she could stop herself, she had dashed into a pyramid of
note-paper that stood upon the end of the counter, and sent the boxes
scattering over the floor in dire confusion.
"Oh!--oh, my!" exclaimed the salesgirl, distressed, as she contemplated
the wreck of the architectural display.
The disturbance at once brought the floor-walker to the spot.
"Stupid!" he muttered, taking poor Cash by the shoulder. "Why don't
you look where you're going? If you can't mind what you're about, we
have no use for you here; remember that!"
"Please do not blame the child," interposed the lady who had
unwittingly caused the trouble. "It was my fault: I carelessly got in
her way. I am very sorry."
"Don't mention it, Mrs. M----. It is not of the slightest
consequence," said the floor-walker, with a bland smile and a bow.
(Mrs. M---- was a desirable customer, and he would have said the same
thing if she had happened to tip the show-case over.) "We have to keep
our employees up to the mark, you know," he added in a low tone, by way
of apology for his brusqueness.
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