“I mean, you ought to be doing something ever so much better.”
“But what? You've no notion how well all these blighters here seem to be able to get along without my help. I've tramped all over the place, offering my services, but they all say they'll try to carry on as they are.”
Sally reflected.
“I know!”
“What?”
“I'll make Fillmore give you a job. I wonder I didn't think of it before.”
“Fillmore?”
“My brother. Yes, he'll be able to use you.”
“What as?”
Sally considered.