Virginia looked at him.
"They've raised you?" she asked quickly.
"No. They've fired me."
"Discharged?"
"Yes."
"Do you mean to say you have lost your job?"
"Of course I have. How could you expect me to keep it? Do you think I could work under a man getting thirty dollars a week—me, who used to get a hundred and fifty?"
"Fired!" echoed Fanny, turning pale. "Why—what's the matter?"
Jimmie assumed an injured air. With nonchalance he explained:
"Oh, I could see that lots of things were wrong with the system. When I went to give the manager of the department the benefit of my advice and wide experience, instead of taking it and being thankful for it, he fired me—fired me cold. The bonehead!"