She gave another gulp. "I suppose his father willed it to him."
"No; he put it up for himself; I heard him say so."
"And you know him?" A new light shone in her brimming eyes.
"Yes."
"Well," she declared with emphasis, "now I see my way. He's got to have me do shorthand for him, and then I shall see—her."
"Ah!"
"Yes. Can't you tell Mr. High-and-mighty that you know a respectable girl who is trying to make her own living?" She ran her fingers over the edge of one of her cuffs, which was slightly frayed. "You see how poor I am."
George laughed. "The laundries are pretty rough, for a fact."
"How mean of you!" she exclaimed, and laughed too.
She thrust back her soup.