"Where'd you hear it?"
"At the college-settlement in Rivington Street."
The woman's mouth tightened.
"Don't see how anyone there come to know aught o' me," she said. "Got a reference?"
Violet, beginning to tremble lest this chance should slip away from her, fumbled after the note that had been written for her, and finally found it and handed it over.
Mrs. Turner's gleaming glasses read it twice, plainly suspecting forgery. Then she calmly placed it in her skirt pocket.
"Where's your home?" she next demanded.
"In Pittsburgh."
"Hum. How much do you expect?"
"Sixteen dollars," quavered Violet, who had received instructions from Katie.