"I know. Go ahead; it's becoming exciting."
"Well, Morton cleaned me; that's all. Cleaned me for a year's income. Of course, I hadn't saved anything before that; in fact, I was overdrawn. So that settled it."
He stared disconsolately at the river.
"And Mr. Davidson?" she suggested.
"Uncle Henry? Well, he hit the ceiling, if you know what that means."
"I have a notion. He was very angry?"
"He said he wouldn't stand for any more of it. He wouldn't advance me another cent until it was due. That meant a year, you see. I couldn't live on nothing for a year."
"I should say not!"
"So when I saw I had to go to work, he offered to get me a job. He—he wrote a letter to Hastings & Hatch, in New York, and they took me in. I've been there ever since."
"Wasn't it very hard—at first?"