Frau Meyer coughed before she could answer. 'Oh,' said she, 'oh, well—there is my husband, and naturally myself, and then there are—there are—are you fond of children?' she ended hastily.
The girl fixed her with a suspicious eye. 'It depends how many there are,' she said cautiously.
Frau Meyer got up and leaned over the Fräulein at the desk, and whispered into her impassive ear.
The Fräulein shook her head. 'I am afraid it is no use,' she said.
Frau Meyer whispered again. The Fräulein looked up, and fastening her eyes on a point somewhere below the large girl's chin said, 'The wages are good.'
'What are they?' asked the girl.
'Considering the treatment you will receive—' the girl's eyes again became suspicious—'they are excellent.'
'What are they?'
'Everything found, and a hundred and eighty marks a year.'
The girl turned and walked toward the door.