salesgirl

Standing by the cash register, she had no trouble as doubling as a salesgirl herself.

The salesgirl had repeated the words in a tone that was indefinable, yet a tone vehement in its incredulous questioning.

The salesgirl started violently, and a deep flush drove the accustomed pallor from her cheeks.

He asked the question as he would have asked why she wanted to be a salesgirl, or why she did not want to be a stenographer.

A queen would have to take care of herself just as any girl did, even a salesgirl at the Evergreen.

The salesgirl had explained how one gallon was enough in the plastic bag that served as a tub; he had his doubts.