[CHAPTER XIII.]
With a note of introduction to the superintendent clutched tightly in her hand, Ida May reached New York City. She took barely time to swallow a cup of coffee ere she hurried to the number indicated. Her heart sunk within her as she looked up at the immense building; but with a courage which should have met with a better reward, she took the elevator, and soon found herself on the eighth floor, where the superintendent's office was situated.
"He is not in," an attendant told her. "He left the city two days ago, and is not expected to return for a fortnight."
Tears that she could not control sprung into Ida May's dark eyes.
"Oh, what shall I do?" cried the girl; "I want to see him so much!"
The attendant was moved to pity by her great distress.
"If you are looking for a position, or anything of that kind, perhaps I could suggest something."
"Oh, yes, that is it, sir," exclaimed Ida May, looking up through her tears—"that is my errand. I want to secure a position."