Sit down here and tell me all about yourself--how long you have been here, and all about it.

I ought to know, of course, but I forget.

Come, brush up my memory a bit, won't you ?" "Your memory seems indeed very poor all at once," said Margery, spiritedly, "considering the fact that you have known me since I was a little child"-- and, in spite of her efforts at self-control, big tears brimmed over the pretty eyes and rolled down the round cheeks.
In an instant Kendale was on his feet.
"There, there, Susie, don't cry," he said, reaching her side quickly and grasping both of the little clasped hands in one of his.
"You must have some one else in your mind--that is quite evident.

Please to recollect that I am Margery Conway, not--not Susie--whoever she may be." He laughed a rollicking, maudlin laugh.

The brandy was beginning to diffuse itself through his brain.
"I'll never call you anything but Margery again," he cried, "beautiful, peerless Margery, the sweetest, jolliest, most bewitching and lovable shop girl in all New York." The young girl looked at him with dilated eyes.