The grandmother presided at the rattling old sewing-machine, and in two or three days Elizabeth was pronounced to be fixed up enough to do for the present till she could earn some new clothes.

With her fine hair snarled into a cushion and puffed out into an enormous pompadour that did not suit her face in the least, and with an old hat and jacket of Lizzie's which did not become her nor fit her exactly, she started out to make her way in the world as a saleswoman.

Lizzie had already secured her a place if she suited.
The store was a maze of wonder to the girl from the mountains--so many bright, bewildering things, ribbons and tin pans, glassware and toys, cheap jewelry and candies.

She looked about with the dazed eyes of a creature from another world.
But the manager looked upon her with eyes of favor.

He saw that her eyes were bright and keen.