"If you'd pay me for my time, I'd go," said Mrs. Danski calmly.
"I won't pay you a cent unless you'll stay!"
She was immediately sorry she had said this, but she was too proud to withdraw the threat.
"You will so pay me!"
"You go out that door!"
"I'll go when I get my money," asserted Mrs. Danski indignantly. "I got my children to think of."
Luella drew in her breath sharply, and took a step forward. Intimidated by her intensity, Mrs. Danski turned and flounced, muttering, out of the door.
Luella went to the phone and, calling up the agency, explained that the woman had left.
"Can you send me some one right away? My husband is sick and the baby's sick——"
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Hemple; there's no one in the office now. It's after four o'clock."