"But where, Ellen, where are you going in for it? That's the great p'int!"
"I'm going to try Hattie Graydon's aunt first. She always says that not one of the girls in her shop begins to have the taste that I've got, and one time she told me if ever I wanted a job to come to her."
The happy look in Mrs. O'Brien's face slowly faded. Tears again filled her eyes. "And is that all you've got to tell me?"
"Yes, Ma, that's all. I'm going down to see Miss Graydon this morning."
"Oh, Ellen, Ellen, to think of your doing a thing like that without asking the advice of a soul! You're a foolish, headstrong girl!"
Ellen dropped her eyes. "George Riley thinks I'm doing right."
Mrs. O'Brien looked up sharply.
"Jarge Riley indeed! And may I ask what Jarge Riley's got to with it?"
"George and me are friends again. I thought I better tell you."
In Mrs. O'Brien amazement took the place of grief. "Ellen O'Brien, do you mean to tell me that you've took up with Jarge Riley when you might have had a gentleman like Mr. Hawes?"