where I am not defrauding any one else, sir," the girl answered, quickly. "But I could not accept what belongs to another. I think that money so earned would prove a curse instead of a blessing." 

 The superintendent stared at her with a puzzled look. 

 "What is your name?" he asked, after this second scrutiny of her features. 

 "Faith Marvin, sir," replied the applicant, promptly. 

 Mr. Forbes repeated the name a little absently. 

 Miss Marvin watched him eagerly. Her face had flushed a little. 

 "I've heard that name somewhere, but I can't think where," remarked Mr. Forbes, with a glance toward Mr. Watkins, "but it don't matter about the name. Come to-morrow morning at seven-thirty, sharp, and I'll set you to work. Well, what is it, Jackson?" 

 Another employee had entered hurriedly. 

 As he stood directly in her way, Miss Marvin could not leave the office at once, so she was forced to hear the conversation that followed. 

 "There's one of them Government Inspectors on the first floor, sir," reported the newcomer, "and she's a sharp one, I can tell you! Mr. Gibson wants to know if you'll come down and see her. It's the lavatories, sir; she's determined to see 'em." 

 The change that came over the superintendent's face at this announcement was astonishing. His naturally florid features grew as red as a blaze, and he actually increased in size as he swelled with indignation. 

 "Another of those prying, inquisitive people, hey!" he cried furiously. "Another spy to look over the store and report to the Board of Health that our plumbing is out of order! Tell Mr. Gibson I'll come down at once, and see here, Jackson, tell him to keep her on the first floor. I'll send the porter to the basement to open the windows. They shall not get ahead of me, the impudent creatures. The firm of Denton, Day & Co. is not going to waste money on new-fangled sanitary improvements just to please a lot of cranks with sensitive noses!" 

 Mr. Jackson hurried away at once to report to the manager, Mr. Gibson, leaving his employer still fuming and growing angrier every minute. 

 He was so terrible in his anger that Miss Marvin was glad 

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