McNaughton & Co. did a great business within the next two weeks; the
employees were "fearfully rushed," as they expressed it. Katy had no
opportunity for further conversation with the sociable attendant at the
end of the stationery counter, now given over to toys, upon the subject
oftenest in her thoughts. She had been transferred to another
department; but every day she took occasion to go around and look at
the doll, to make sure that it was still there; and the kindly
salesgirl always found time to give her an encouraging nod and a smile.
One afternoon, however, a few days before Christmas, when Julia
returned from her lunch she met Katy, who was crying bitterly. The
cause of her distress was soon told. A new girl had been put at the
counter that morning; she knew nothing about Katy's doll, and now, as
luck would have it, was just in the act of selling it to a big,
bluff-looking man, who said he wanted it for his little daughter.
Julia rushed to her post. The man was upon the point of paying for the
doll, and had decided that he would take the parcel with him.
"Have you seen the brown-eyed dolls?" she interposed, pleasantly.
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