"Perhaps you are right," said Miss Jennings, slowly, then as the customers were gradually drifting back into the store she went forward to wait upon them with her usual indifference. For the next half hour Faith was very busy. The excitement had passed, leaving no trace behind it. At exactly six o'clock a big gong was sounded. Faith was so tired and nervous that she almost cried for joy when she heard it. "It has been the hardest day of my life," she said to Miss Jennings as they reached the cloak-room. "Well, you'll have many such if you stay here long," was the reply. "There are nothing but hard days for the slaves of Denton, Day & Co." There was a crowd of women and girls waiting at the lavatory basins, and as Faith caught sight of the towels she turned away with a shudder. "You'll have to go home with dirty hands, Faith, but you musn't mind that; we wouldn't get out of here until midnight if we waited our turn at those basins." Miss Jennings was putting on her hat as she spoke, and as Faith started to look for hers the clerk whom young Denton had called "Mag" came slowly up to them. "Heard the news, eighty-nine?" She asked Miss Jennings the question, but she was looking straight at Faith. There was a gleam in her eye that was very unpleasant. "What news, Maggie?" asked Miss Jennings, noticing the look at once. She knew the girl's disposition, and almost dreaded what was coming. "Old Forbes was robbed of five hundred dollars! Some one stole it from his desk early yesterday morning. There's pretty good proof already as to who was the thief. I wouldn't stand in her shoes for double the money!" She was still watching Faith with her eyes half closed. Miss Jennings was too shrewd to be deceived a minute as to her actual meaning. "Well, you'll save yourself trouble by keeping your mouth shut," she said, crossly, "it dont pay to meddle with such matters as that, Maggie, especially if you happen to be living under a cloud yourself. Somebody might take a notion to turn the tables on you, you know. I'd as as soon be a thief as some other things I might mention." There was a sneer in her tones that was unmistakable. Faith turned just in time to catch its full meaning. "Oh, you needn't preach!" cried the other angrily. "Any one can see you're fairly green with envy, eighty-nine! You'd give a whole lot to be able to flirt with the boys, but, as Jim Denton says, you are too pale and skinny!" "For shame!" It was Faith who spoke the words. She was facing the brazen-faced girl with her eyes blazing angrily. "How dare you speak like that to a poor, sick girl? Have you no heart in your bosom, no decency or conscience! It does not seem possible to me that girls can be so hateful toward each other. Are we not all sisters, who have been commanded to love one another?" There was silence for just a second as Faith finished speaking, then a loud, coarse laugh broke from Maggie Brady's lips.