The Girl and the Habit 203
Next! lost your chance please don't shove. She could keep cool and collected while she collected your check, give you the correct change, win you heart, indicate the tooth- pick stand, and rate you to a quarter of a cent better than Bradstreet could to a thou- sand in less time than it takes to pepper an egg with one of Hinkle's casters.
There is an old and dignified allusion to the "fierce light that beats upon a throne." The light that beats upon the young lady cashier's cage is also something fierce. The other fel- low is responsible for the slang.
Every male patron of Hinkle's, from the A. D. T. boys up to the curbstone brokers, adored Miss Merriam. When they paid their checks they wooed her with every wile known to Cupid's art. Between the meshes of the brass railing went smiles, winks, compliments, tender vows, invitations to dinner, sighs, languishing looks, and merry banter that was wafted pointedly back by the gifted Miss Merriam.
There is no coign of vantage more effective than the position of young lady cashier. She sits there, easily queen of the court of com- merce; she is duchess of dollars and devoirs,
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