CHAPTER XIII

LOST FRIENDSHIP Annabelle Black was not the only one who perceived that Mr. Chester Drew was headed toward the millinery trimmings counter. Birdie North, though apparently busy with her work, had not for a moment taken her eyes from the handsome floorwalker. Mr. Drew stopped several times in his progress across the floor. He said good-morning to every one, and even when he dropped a word or two of advice concerning the sales of the day before, his criticism was made in so genial and pleasant a manner that the girls…