"Oh, Gertie, it's just too grand for anything in there! Would you believe it, I am the first depositor on their books!"
"I wish I could put money in the bank, but I can't. It takes all I can make to keep a roof over our heads."
"Why don't you strike old Bowles for a raise in your salary?" Bob asked her.
"It is useless. He told me to-day he would not want me after this week."
"The deuce he did! What's the matter?" Bob blurted out.
"I am sure I don't know. He has never found fault with my work, He said I could go back to Bryant's, as he had said I could always find a place there."
"Well, don't you go there," said Bob. "I'll see if I can't find another place for you."
"I am such a trouble to you, Bob."
"Indeed you are not."
Fred and Callie had gone on ahead, and Bob walked with Gertie. They passed Broker Bryant on Broadway, and Gertie gave a shudder as she saw him, saying to Bob: