"If you were a girl you'd soon find out what a favour it is sometimes," answered Nellie quietly, as they came out into the street.
CHAPTER III.
SHORN LIKE SHEEP.
"How many hours do you work?" asked Nellie of the waitress.
"About thirteen," answered the girl, glancing round to see if the manager was watching her talking. "But it's not the hours so much. It's the standing."
"You're not doing any good standing now," put in Ned. "Why don't you sit down and have a rest?"
"They don't let us," answered the waitress, cautiously.
"What do they pay?" asked Nellie, sipping her tea and joining in the waitress' look-out for the manager.
"Fifteen! But they're taking girls on at twelve. Of course there's meals. But you've got to room yourself, and then there's washing, clean aprons and caps and cuffs and collars. You've got to dress, too. There's nothing left. We ought to get a pound."
"What——"