“No; that’s the worst of it!” he said with a tinge of dejection.
“I’m all grown up now and have a job. I’m a working girl!”
“No!” he exclaimed incredulously. “And Roy——”
“Oh, Roy’s to finish his law course; he’ll be through in June.”
“That’s too bad, Grace!” he exclaimed. “It’s you who ought to have stayed on! You’re the very type of girl who ought to go to college. It would have made all the difference in the world to you! And Ethel—is she at work too?”
“Yes; she’s in an insurance office and I’m in Shipley’s!” she went on smiling to relieve his evident discomfiture. “I’m in the ready-to-wear and I’ll appreciate any customers you send my way. Call for Number Eighteen!”
“Why, Grace! You don’t mean it! You have no business doing a thing like that. You could do a lot better.”
“Well, I didn’t just see it. I’m an unskilled laborer and haven’t time to fit myself for teaching, stenography or anything like that. You get results quicker in a place like Shipley’s. That is, I hope to get them if I’m as intelligent as I think I am!”
“I’m terribly sorry, Grace. I feel— I feel— as though we were responsible, father and I; and we are, of course. There ought to have been some other way for you; something more——”
“Please don’t! That’s the way mother and Ethel talk.”