"Who is this young person, my dear?"
"This is a young girl who is in deep trouble, and without a position through no fault of her own. I brought her down to your office to have you help her, William."
"But, alas, our finances are so low that we have no room for any additional office force," began Trubus.
"There, that will do. If you pay twenty-five dollars a week to the telephone operator no wonder the finances are low. You have just discharged her, and I insist on your giving this young lady an opportunity."
Trubus reddened, and tried to object.
But his good wife overruled him.
"Have you ever used a switchboard, miss?" he began.
"Yes, sir. In my last position I began on the switchboard, and worked that way for nearly two months. I am sure I can do it."
Trubus did not seem so optimistic. But, at his wife's silent argument—looks more eloquent than a half hour of oratory, he nodded grudgingly.
"Well, you can start in. Just hang your hat over on the wall hook. Come into my office, my dear wife."