"Lordy, if you knew how good it is to hear this—after tramping up three miles of stairs and more and nabbing a tawdry twenty subscriptions."
"Is that all you got?"
"People don't understand."
"We'll make them!" cried Sally, clenching her fist.
Joe laughed warmly; he was delighted with her.
"Are you working here?" he asked.
"Yes—you know I used to be in Newark—I was the president of the
Newark Hat-Trimmers' Union."
"And now?"
"I'm trying to organize the girls here."
"Well," he muttered, grimly. "I wouldn't like to be your boss, Miss
Heffer."