CHAPTER III.
THE SEARCH FOR EMPLOYMENT.
There was no difficulty whatever in finding a couple of furnished rooms, and Marion and Dollie were soon located with Miss Allyn for a neighbor.
“It’s lots more fun than boarding,” said Dollie, enthusiastically, as she made coffee and toast for their breakfast the first morning.
“If we only had work we would be perfectly happy here,” answered Marion, “and who knows what a day may bring forth, little sister? I may come home to-night with a good position in my pocket.”
“It wouldn’t be a very big one if you could get it in your pocket,” laughed Dollie, and then a sudden thought made her stare silently at her sister.
“Well, what’s wrong with me, Dollie? Isn’t my hat on straight?” asked Marion.
“I was thinking,” was Dollie’s answer in a very low tone. “Wouldn’t it be better if you were to wear the dress that Miss Ray gave you, Marion? You wouldn’t look so—so green, and perhaps some one would employ you.”
Marion burst out laughing at Dollie’s frank description, but she shook her head at the wise proposition.
“No, Dollie, they must employ me just as I am,” she said decidedly, “and, besides, dear, I should hate to wear the dress again. It would remind me of the first night I spent in New York when that villain Emile Vorse sent me to the wrong address and I was only saved from a monster by that dear, dear woman.”
“What became of Vorse?” asked Dollie, absently.