“I don’t believe I can,” was the dejected reply, “and yet I must, if we would have shelter and bread.  Oh that we might hear some good news from papa!  Why don’t he write oftener?  I fear it is because he has nothing cheering to tell us.”

The next morning, in spite of all effort, Mildred was too ill and lame to rise, but she instructed Belie to assure her employer that she would come the following day.

Mrs. Jocelyn tried hard to persuade her not to go back at all, and at last Mildred grew a little stern and said emphatically, “Please say no more, mamma.  We can afford none of this weak nonsense.  I must earn my bread, as do other girls, and have no time to lose.”

The following day, fortunately, was so stormy that customers were scattering, and Mildred had a chance to gain an idea of her duties and to rest a little from time to time, for out of consideration of the facts that she had been ill and was a beginner, she was permitted to sit down occasionally.  She was so attractive in appearance, and had brought such an excellent certificate of character, that the proprietors were inclined to be lenient, and smooth a little the harsh and thorny path of a beginner.

And so the weary days dragged on, and she slowly acquired the power to stand as did the others.  They were days, however, which ended in a close approach to agony, from which the nights brought but slight and temporary relief, for so great was the pain in her feet and back that she would moan even in her sleep.  Her sufferings were scarcely less than at first, but, as Belle said, she was “getting used” to them.

It is a well-known fact that many would persist in living in spite of all the tortures of the Inquisition.  I wonder if the old-time inquisitors and their “familiars” were ingenious enough to compel delicate women to stand and talk all day, and sometimes part of the night?

In very truth, the poor girl was earning her bread by torture, and she soon found that she had many companions in suffering who, with woman’s capacity for the patient endurance of pain, made the best of their lot, often trying to forget themselves in jests, laughter, and gossip, planning, meanwhile, in odd moments, for some snatch at the few pleasures that their brief evenings permitted—­pleasures, too often, in which Mildred could or would take no part.  While her gentleness and courtesy to all gave no cause for hostility, her air of quiet aloofness and her recognized superiority prevented her from becoming a favorite, nor did the many admiring looks and even open advances that she received from the young men in the store, and occasionally from customers, add to her popularity.  The male clerks soon found, however, that beyond the line warranted by their mutual duties she was utterly unapproachable, and not a few of them united in the view held by the girls, that she was “stuck up”; but since she was not in the least above her business, no one could complain openly.