"I’ll get the breakfast, mommer!"
"You needn’t to, deary. I guess you want a little rest."
"Rest, nothing! I’m going out to hunt for a job this morning."
"But aren’t you ever going back there—to Mrs. Russell’s?"
"Not much! I’m going back to the factory again."
"Oh, Angie! I’m sorry!"
"Why? You made enough row about my going to Mrs. Russell’s."
"Only because I didn’t think you could get the place; but now that you did, I’d hate to see you go back. I’d like to see you better yourself."
"Oh, for Gawd’s sake! That stuff again! No! Let me tell you, mommer, I’m through with all that. I’m all right the way I am. I’m good enough—as good as any of them, anyway."
She put on her hat and went out, without a kiss, without a good-by, and Mrs. Kennedy saw no more of her till six o’clock, when she came in, pale and scowling.