“Where?”
“Down in Townsend’s Book Emporium.”
“What doin’? Readin’ books?”
“Not much. Don’t get any time for that. We’re busy on account of the holidays. What are you doing?”
“Oh, I’ve got a new job, and it’s fine.”
“What at?”
“I run the telephone switchboard in a broker’s office. Short hours and good pay. I get ten a week. All I got was eight in my last place.”
“That’s what I got, before the firm failed. Now I only get five.”
“You ought to strike for more money.”
“Wouldn’t do much good. I’m only an extra hand during the holidays. I’ll be lucky if I stay there after the first of the year.”