Flowing Gold by Rex Ellingwood Beach
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concluded, earnestly. "It isn't a funny situation; it's tragic."
"What do you wish me to do?" the girl inquired. "It's a lot to ask, I know, but won't you help them buy the things they need and save them from further humiliation at the hands of these highbrow clerks and lowbrow customers? I--I want to punch somebody in the nose." "I was sure you did. That is what attracted my attention." "You are a person of taste, if you will pardon a perfectly obvious compliment from a total stranger, and they need such a woman's guidance. But they need, even more, a little bit of feminine tact and sympathy. Look!" He showed Gus Briskow's blank check. "The whole store is theirs, if they wish it. Think what that ought to mean to two poor starved creatures who have never owned enough clothing to wad a shotgun." "The girl is stunning. All she needs is the right sort of things --" Impulsively Gray seized the speaker's hand. "I _knew_ it!" he cried. "I can choose gowns for her, but how can I tell her the sort of--well, corsets she ought to wear? How can I select for her things a bachelor is presumed to know nothing about? Haven't you an hour or two in which to play Fairy Godmother?" "I have all day," the young woman confessed. "I merely came in to yearn over the pretty things." |
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