“Unless they have a good reason to,” I said. “Seriously, would you like a change of jobs? I might fix you up.”
“Would I not! I’m bored stiff with my present work: it’s cock-eyed to call it work, seeing I don’t have a thing to do.”
“Well, surely. There must be something to do.”
She shook her head, began to say something, then changed her mind.
I waited.
“What’s this job of yours?” she asked. “Do you want nursing?”
“Nothing would please me more. No. it’s not me. A friend of mine. He’s an iron-lung case, and wants a pretty nurse to cheer him up. He has plenty of money. I could put in a word for you if you like.”
She considered this, frowning, then shook her head.
“I can’t do it. I’d like to, but there are difficulties.”
“I shouldn’t have thought there would be any difficulty. The Nurses’ Association will fix it.”