The freckles on Tildy’s cheeks merged into a rosy flush. Now both Circe and Psyche peeped from her brightened eyes. Not even Aileen herself had been publicly embraced and kissed in the restaurant.
Tildy could not keep the delightful secret. When trade was slack she went and stood at Bogle’s desk. Her eyes were shining; she tried not to let her words. sound proud and boastful.
“A gentleman insulted me to-day,” she said. “He hugged me around the waist and kissed me.”
“That so?” said Bogle, cracking open his business armour. “After this week you get a dollar a week more.”
At the next regular meal when Tildy set food before customers with whom she had acquaintance she said to each of them modestly, as one whose merit needed no bolstering:
“A gentleman insulted me to-day in the restaurant. He put his arm around my waist and kissed me.”
The diners accepted the revelation in various ways—some incredulously, some with congratulations; others turned upon her the stream of badinage that had hitherto been directed at Aileen alone. And Tildy’s heart swelled in her bosom, for she saw at last the towers of Romance rise above the horizon
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