"Well, now, look here," he went on, still in a whisper. "We're both
skirt men, you and me. Everything's fair in this game. Maybe you don't
know it, but when there's a bunch of the boys waiting around to see
the head of the store like this, and there happens to be a lady
traveler in the crowd, why, it's considered kind of a professional
courtesy to let the lady have the first look-in. See? It ain't so
often that three people in the same line get together like this. She
knows it, and she's sitting on the edge of her chair, waiting to bolt
when that door opens, even if she does act like she was hanging on the
words of that lady clerk there. The minute it does open a crack she'll
jump up and give me a fleeting, grateful smile, and sail in and cop a
fat order away from the old man and his skirt buyer. I'm wise. Say, he
may be an oyster, but he knows a pretty woman when he sees one. By the
time she's through with him he'll have enough petticoats on hand to
last him from now until Turkey goes suffrage.
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