She was a fair-haired, fluffy little thing, who had taken a position as
saleswoman in a department store. A few days later she met a boy friend
and both stopped to have a little chat.
“How do you like your job?” inquired the boy friend.
“Oh, I like it very much,” said the fluffy one. “Only, they shift me
about too much. At twelve o’clock I’m in hats, at three I’m in dresses,
at four I’m in lingerie, at six I’m in stockings, and—”
“I’ll look you up tomorrow at eight,” said he.
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