She knew quite well that in the depth of his heart her father was hoping that she and Lester Armstrong would take a fancy to each other, and that in time that fancy might ripen into love, and instead of being only acquaintances, she and the assistant cashier might be nearer and dearer to each other.
Not long after this Margery Conway received a letter, a poem, rather, typewritten.

There was no name signed to it, but she felt sure that it came from some one in the establishment of Marsh & Co.

More than one salesman looked at pretty Margery Conway with admiring eyes, but she never thought of any of these.

The truth was, it was sent by one of the bookkeepers, but the girl jumped at once to the conclusion that it was from Lester Armstrong.

She imagined that from the tender, sentimental words.