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second apartment contained a desk, and was occasionally used by Cissy's
father in private business interviews with anxious seekers of "advances"
who shunned the publicity of the bank. Here she instantly flew into the
arms of her bosom friend, Miss Piney Tibbs, a girl only a shade or two
less pretty than herself, who, always more or less ill at ease in these
splendors, was awaiting her impatiently. For Miss Tibbs was merely the
daughter of the hotel-keeper; and although Tibbs was a Southerner, and
had owned "his own niggers" in the States, she was of inferior position
and a protegee of Cissy's.

"Thank goodness you've come," exclaimed Miss Tibbs, "for I've bin
sittin' here till I nigh took root. What kep' ye?"

"How does it look?" responded Cissy, as a relevant reply.

The "it" referred to Cissy's new hat, and to the young girl the
coherence was perfectly plain. Miss Tibbs looked at "it" severely. It
would not do for a protegee to be too complaisant.

"Hem! Must have cost a heap o' money."

"It did! Came from the best milliner in San Francisco."

"Of course," said Piney, with half assumed envy. "When your popper runs
the bank and just wallows in gold!"

"Never mind, dear," replied Cissy cheerfully. "So'll YOUR popper some
day. I'm goin' to get mine to let YOUR popper into something--Ditch
stocks and such. Yes! True, O King! Popper'll do anything for me," she
added a little loftily.

Loyal as Piney was to her friend, she was by no means convinced of
this. She knew the difference between the two men, and had a vivid
recollection of hearing her own father express his opinion of Cissy's
respected parent as a "Gold Shark" and "Quartz Miner Crusher." It did
not, however, affect her friendship for Cissy. She only said, "Let's
come!" caught Cissy around the waist, pranced with her out into the
veranda, and gasped, out of breath, "Where are we goin' first?"

"Down Main Street," said Cissy promptly.

"And let's stop at Markham's store. They've got some new things in from
Sacramento," added Piney.

"Country styles," returned Cissy, with a supercilious air. "No! Besides,
Markham's head clerk is gettin' too presumptuous. Just guess! He asked
me, while I was buyin' something, if I enjoyed the dance last Monday!"

"But you danced with him," said the simple Piney, in astonishment.

"But not in his store among his customers," said Cissy sapiently. "No!
we're going down Main Street past Secamps'. Those Secamp girls are