"Yes," said Esther. Her eyes shone and she thought of the letter which
was even then lying against her heart. Somehow she had never realised
how much he really cared for her till to-day.
"And what are you going to do till he comes home?" Miss Mason asked
interestedly. "If you had something to do you'd find the time pass
ever so much more quickly."
"It's a question of having to do something rather than how to pass the
time," Esther said. "I haven't any money except what I can make. My
aunt left me a little when she died, but it was only a very little,
and I spent most of it at first while I was looking for work. So I'm
going back to Eldred's--if they will have me, and I think they will."
Miss Mason said "Humph!"
"I think you're too good for a petticoat shop," she said bluntly.
"You're wasted there! Nobody sees you, and you're so pretty----"
"Oh, what nonsense!" Esther exclaimed. She laughed in sheer amusement.
To her it seemed absurd for this girl to call her pretty; she
considered June Mason such a personality--so attractive!
She really did make a picturesque figure as she sat there with her
mauve cushions all around her. Her yellow blouse and dark hair and
wonderful rose-leaf skin reminded one of some brilliant portrait
painted by a master-hand.
Esther would have been surprised could she have known the thought in
June's mind at that moment.
"She's just sweet! I don't know when I've seen a face I admire more.
Micky would adore her! She's just the sort of woman he always raves
about. I must ask him to tea to meet her one day."
"There are heaps of other berths going besides Eldred's, you know,"
she said earnestly. "However, you must do as you like, of course." She
threw away another unfinished cigarette. "Do you think we are going to
be friends?" she asked.
"I am sure we are," Esther said. She really did think so; she had
never met any one in the least like June Mason before. She began to
feel glad that she had come to this house. It was much more expensive
than the Brixton Road, certainly, but it was well worth it, even if
only because she had met this quaint little woman.
It was nearly seven o'clock before she thought of going back to her
own room, and then it was only the chiming of a clock on the shelf
that roused her.
"Nearly seven!" She started up in dismay. "I had no idea it was so
late. I am sorry for having stayed so long."
"There's nothing to be sorry for," June declared. "You may go shares
with this room if you like. I'm out so much, it isn't used half the
time. Think it over, will you?"
Esther flushed nervously.
"It's awfully kind of you; I should love to, but I couldn't afford it.
I'm really paying more money now than I ought to. I want to save,
too----"
Miss Mason laughed.
"For the wedding! Lucky girl! I hope you'll ask me to come and see you
married--and I hope he's very nice," she added.
"He is," said Esther eagerly. "And he's very handsome," she added
shyly.
But Miss Mason was not impressed.
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