The Birmingham age-herald., 1924-12-14
THREE

in every Engsh book you read, and yos look as if you'd walked out of one. donV know why, but you do. kind of like you. though"
 ."So do I you," said Win.
 'Tm for the toy department. What arc you?" rapped out the clear little voice that matched the clear little personality.
 "Mine is called a two hour bargain sale
 Heaven help you! Basement"
 "No, ground floor"
 Thank your stars. That's a cut above. Most amatoors start in the basement bar gain sales. If they live through the first day of that-welll But you're all right. You've got the look of the ones who win.''
 That's my name-'Win' - Winifred Child"
 eff you ain't the champion giant kid I'm Sadie Kirk. Here's the school room. When it ain't that it calls itself the rest room, you know. Tine here only because there's a little difference in Rolls check system from BimgePs, where I worked till the grip laid me low and my place was filled I thought I'd try the Hands for a change, though they say it's the limit and down the other side. So me for the school! We'll sit together, and if I can help you I wil.''
 You're dear,' whispered Win.
 "You're another Go there yourself" was the swift retort.
 The rest room was really very nice, if
  which Miss Kirk whispered was not likely to be the case. One end wall was almost supposed to represent check book. In front of this stood pale young man with a timd air, who coughed and cleared his throat a good deal as he explained to a group of girls Peter Rolls specially simpli- fled, modernly improved system of adding up the prices of purchased goods" in the quickest and most scientific manner Win listened iintently,. easily, catching the idea, L,,k~ ! a11 gra f1aIt when she had put it into practice in the coming "two-hour bargain sale" Then her 1J minutes of schooling were over and the real battle was to begin.
 A floor walker, or "aisle manager" showed her the place where the "great twe- and ladies' fancy neckwear" was advertised to begin at 10:30. It was large hollow square formed by four long counters Above 1t was a placard with red and black letter. ing which announced the sale to begin a& 10:30, everything to be sold at bargain price till 12:30.
 Until sale time these counters were ous of the congested region; and the six sales women were taking advantage of the Hull before the storm to put finishing touches on the arrangement of the stock. The in- stant that Win was inside the square it was as if she had been suddenly swallowed up in a thunder cloud. The head sales woman (she must be that, Win thought, judging from the attention paid her by the rest) was in black rage.
 'Its damnable," she panted, full breast heaving, throat swelling with stifled sobs, Ito put this onto me! Anybody with half an eye can see through the trick. The Queen of England couldn't get rid of these nasty rags at charity bazar."
 This tigerish Judith was suffering as keenly as human creature could suffer, and all because of some blouses, some sashes and ladies' fancy neckwear which certainly had an unattractive appearance as they lay on the counters in confused heaps
 "He says its up to you, Miss Stein!' tho quivering voice jerked out in bitter mimic ry. "Up to me, indeed! And he gives me this rag-bagw
 Wins ears were burning if they had been tweaked The minutes were passing. She could ask no help, no information con- corning her duties. If she put a question as to what she was to do she would be snub- bed, worse.
 Suddenly her spirit flew back to the ship. Peter Rolls face came before her. She and Peter had chatted one night about the Rus sian dancers and Leon Bakst's designs. She had lectured Peter on the amazing beauty of strangely combined colors, mixtures which would not have been tolerated be- fore the Russian craze" No. Peter seemed to be reminding her of what she had said then, a silly little boast she had