"She wants work," quavered Susan, considerably less reliant than she'd been a moment before. "I dunno where the work book is. I declare I can't keep track of where you put things, Sarah—is there anybody could use her? She wants sewing."
The brisk person swung the book around glancing at it capably as she removed her hat.
"Oh, you've signed it in the wrong place. You should have put your name there—not the way you were going to work"—her finger rested on the place Felicia had written. "What is your name? Your name isn't Miss By-the-Day is it?" she asked good-humoredly.
"Why, I think it is," Felicia smiled back, "I think it will have to be—it's Day," she added shyly.
"Miss or Mrs.?"
"Miss."
"And what kind of work, please?"
"Like the Wheezy—sewing—for two dollars a day and lunch"—she repeated it like a lesson.
"There's a day a week at 440 Linton Avenue—Mrs. Alden's, perhaps you could go there. Have you references?"
"I don't even know what they are," Miss By-the-Day replied.