“Oh,” said Minna, breaking in, and lying with sudden unwonted fluency, “I am a nurse-girl. I am out of a place. Do you think I could get that one?”
The group turned and fixed her—so evidently a country girl—with a supercilious indifference.
“Well, you might try,” said one of them. “Got good references?”
“References?” repeated Minna blankly. She did not know what this meant.
“Oh, Mrs. Field ain't the kind to stick about references,” spoke up the other, “she's that soft. Why, anybody could work her.”
“I'll go there,” said Minna. “Have you the address?” It was told to her.
“Lorin,” she murmured. “Is that out of town?”
“Well, it's across the Bay.”
“Across the Bay.”
“Um. You're from the country, ain't you?”