He noticed as he waited on her that she seemed to be appraising him very carefully, and at times there was a slightly puzzled expression on her face, but evidently she did not recognize him, and finally when she had concluded her purchases he was disappointed that she paid for them in cash.  He had rather hoped that she would have them charged and sent, that he might learn her name and address.  And then she left, with Jimmy none the wiser concerning her other than that her first name was Elizabeth and that she was even better-looking than he recalled her to have been.

“And the girl with her!” exclaimed Jimmy mentally.  “She was no slouch either.  They are the two best-looking girls I have seen in this town, notwithstanding the fact that whether one likes Chicago or not he’s got to admit that there are more pretty girls here than in any other city in the country.

“I’m glad she didn’t recognize me.  Of course, I don’t know her, and the chances are that I never shall, but I should hate to have any one recognize me here, or hereafter, as that young man at the stocking counter.  Gad! but it’s beastly that a regular life-sized man should be selling stockings to women for a living, or rather for a fraction of a living.”

While Jimmy had always been hugely disgusted with his position, the sight of the girl seemed to have suddenly crystallized all those weeks of self-contempt into a sudden almost mad desire to escape what he considered his degrading and effeminating surroundings.  One must bear with Jimmy and judge him leniently, for after all, notwithstanding his college diploma and physique, he was still but a boy and so while it is difficult for a mature and sober judgment to countenance his next step, if one can look back a few years to his own youth he can at least find extenuating circumstances surrounding Jimmy’s seeming foolishness.

For with a bang that caused startled clerks in all directions to look up from their work he shattered the decorous monotone of the great store by slamming his sales book viciously upon the counter, and without a word of explanation to his fellow clerks marched out of the section toward the buyer’s desk.

“Well, Mr. Torrance,” asked that gentleman, “what can I do for you?”

“I am going to quit,” announced Jimmy.

“Quit!"’ exclaimed the buyer.  “Why, what’s wrong?  Isn’t everything perfectly satisfactory?  You have never complained to me.”

“I can’t explain,” replied Jimmy.  “I am going to quit.  I am not satisfied.  I am going to er—­ah—­accept another position.”

The buyer raised his eyebrows.  “Ah!” he said.  “With—­” and he named their closest competitor.

“No,” said Jimmy.  “I am going to get a regular he-job.”

The other smiled.  “If an increase in salary,” he suggested, “would influence you, I had intended to tell you that I would take care of you beginning next week.  I thought of making it fifteen dollars,” and with that unanswerable argument for Jimmy’s continued service the buyer sat back and folded his hands.