What does she know about it, anyway? Well, wouldn't that honestly
jar you!"

Susan alone did not speak. She had in turn begun to mark the table,
in fine, precise lines, with a hairpin. She had grown rather pale.

"It's a rotten shame, Susan," said Rose Murray, sympathetically.
Miss Sherman eyed Susan with scared and sorrowful eyes. "Don't you
care--don't you care, Susan!" said the soothing voices.

"I don't care," said Susan presently, in a hard, level voice. She
raised her somber eyes. "I don't care because I simply won't stand
it, that's all," said she. "I'll go straight to Mr. Baxter. Yes, I
WILL, Thorny. Brauer'll see if he can run everything this way! Is
she going to get forty?"

"What do you care if she does?" Miss Thornton said, hardily.

"All right," Susan answered. "Very well. But I'll get forty next
month or I'll leave this place! And I'm not one bit afraid to go
straight to old 'J. G.' and tell him so, too! I'll--"

"Listen, Susan, now listen," urged Miss Thornton. "Don't you get
mad, Susan. She can't do it. It'll be just one mistake after
another. Brauer will have to give it to you, inside of two months.
She'll find," said Miss Thornton, with a grim tightening of the
lips, "that precious few mistakes get by ME! I'll make that girl's
life a burden, you trust me! And meantime you work up on that line,
Sue, and be ready for it!"