Lily Leavitt, who was in the Mantles, too, had never ceased to be friendly, and had often invited Win to go out with her in the long summer evenings, but always in vain, month after month, until one day in mid-July, when the heat wave had surged to its record height.  It just chanced—­if there be such a thing as chance—­to happen on the day when the girl’s craving for a change had become an obsession, almost an illness.

It was a little past noon, and the seniors in Mantles had gone out to lunch.  They were rather by way of being aristocrats, these seniors, for the mantle department, Jewellery, and some others worked “on commission.”  Salaries were no larger than elsewhere, but a handsome percentage was paid on sales; and those tigers and tigresses who were strong and ferocious enough to grab meat from under their weaker comrades’ noses did extremely well.  The Mantles girls who had gone out were champion tigresses.  They could afford to eat at something like real restaurants, and as there was nothing worth rushing back for, they would not return until the last moment.

Lily Leavitt, who was qualifying as a tigress, had just snatched a sale which ought to have been Win’s, but that did not count in their private relations.  It was business, and Win was “welcome to play the same game”—­if she could.  Only, there was no danger that she would.  Win was not of the stuff from which tigresses are made, and was incapable of seizing for herself anything—­be it a seat in the subway or the chance to sell a mantle—­which some other human creature was striving to get.

Win bore Lily no grudge for having “bagged” her customer and gained in three minutes three dollars which should rightfully have found their way to her purse.  She listened without resentment to the description of a hat which Lily intended to buy with the money—­a “sticker” it had proved in Hats, and was now marked down to half price.  Lily had had an eye on it for some time, and would, of course, get it “ten per.” off.

“I bought me a sweet party dress last week—­a bargain,” Miss Leavitt went on, seeing that Win had no intention of “slanging” her for what she had just done.  “It came outta commission on that green chiffon evening cloak and that white yachtin’ I snapped off Kit Vance when she was daydreamin’ and let me catch onto her customer like you done just now.  Things is down to no price this hot weather.  It’s an ill wind blows no one good, and now is us guyls’ time to get a bit of our own.  P.R. always manages to make his hay, rain or shine.  And even with our ten per. off, it’s forty per. profit for him.  When you think there’s two thousand folks forced to buy on the premises, you savvy what he squeezes outta us!  If we do pick up a bargain, it’s a rare chance.  I wonder you don’t hustle more’n you do and make enough com to buy yourself sumpin’ nice.  Your sheryt waists are the wuyst in the dep, if you don’t mind my sayin’ so, and the guyls speak of it.  Now if you had a party dress to doll up in, I could give you the time of your life to-night.”