"The best of them become careless.
But Cash has found a friend this time, so we'll let it pass."
Cash, who was busily picking up the boxes, made a little grimace to
herself at his change of manner. The lady politely inclined her head
by way of acknowledgment, and the floor-walker left abruptly, having
suddenly discovered that something required his immediate attention in
another part of the store.
When he had disappeared, the little girl looked up and faltered
gratefully: "Thank you, ma'am!"
Mrs. M---- now for the first time took notice of the individual to whom
she had just rendered a service. She glanced down upon a freckled face
of the complexion described as pasty, a pair of greyish-blue eyes, and
a tangle of reddish curls just long enough to admit of being tied back
with the bit of crumpled ribbon which kept them tidy. Cash was not of
prepossessing appearance; yet perhaps because, the grateful glance
touched a chord common to humanity in the heart of the stranger, or
because one naturally warms to any creature whom one has befriended, or
perhaps simply from the sweet womanliness which finds all childhood
attractive,--whatever the motive, upon the impulse of the moment the
lady did a very graceful thing.
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