into Mr. Vandergriff's store when she saw a man, bundled in a big ulster, talking with the proprietor.
Griff came forward to wait on Jess, and the girl might not have noticed the man by the desk a second time had she not overheard Mr. Vandergriff say:
"You take advantage of my good nature, Abel. Because I knew you in the old country, you come here and plead poverty. I can't see your family suffer, for your wife is a nice woman, if you are a rascal!"
"Hard words! Hard words, Vandergriff," muttered the other.
Jess saw that he was a little man, and the high ulster collar muffled the lower part of his face. But as he turned toward the door she caught a glimpse of a glossy black mustache, and two beady black eyes.
It was Mr. Pizotti!
The girl was so astonished, for the man was shabbily dressed, and shuffled out with several bundles under his arm, that she could scarcely remember what else she wanted to buy when Griff asked her.
"Oh, I say, Griff!" she demanded, breathlessly, and in a whisper. "Who was that man who just went out?"
