"I couldn't get the work."
"I might have gotten something for you, if you had let me know," went on Peter Polk.
"Thank you—I prefer to look out for myself," answered Mrs. Clare, coolly.
"This looks as if I was letting one of my relatives live on charity," pursued the purser.
"I do not consider it a charity."
"How did the captain's wife hear of you?"
"Why, she—there is a boy on this boat—there he is—he spoke to the captain about it."
"You mean Randy Thompson?"
"Yes, that is his name."
"He got the place for you?"