"Nothing. I'm green!"
"That don't make no difference; they're all green, ain't they, Mary?"
"Yes," Mary said; "I have to learn them all."
"Now, to Preston's you can get in all right, but you won't make over four dollars a week, and here if you're smart you'll make six dollars in no time." ...
Preston's!
That was the first name I had heard, and to Preston's I was asking my way, stimulated by the fact, though I had been in Lynn not an hour and a half, a job was mine did I care to glue suspender straps!
I afterward learned that Preston's, a little factory on the town's outskirts, is a model shoe-shop in its way. I did not work there, and neither of the factories in which I was employed was "model" to my judgment.
A preamble at the office, where they suggested taking me in as office help:
"But I am green; I can't do office work."
Then Mr. Preston himself, working-director in drilling-coat, sat before me in his private office. I told him: "I want work badly—"