"I haven't left," said Violet.
"Why, I heard you tried to steal a customer yesterday afternoon."
"That wasn't no customer; it was a friend of mine."
"Oh! Well, what do you want now?"
"A job."
"I know that. What else?"
"I want to give you this: I have six dollars, an' I'll give you five down if you can get me a decent job in a decent house this afternoon, an' then I'll give you two dollars a week out of my first three weeks' pay."
The frowzy person screwed her lips in a downward curve that was probably intended for a smile.
"I've had that percentage game handed out to me about a thousand times before," she remarked, "an' I believe in such money when I get it. Still, I don't mind seein' that five."
Violet produced it, and saw it swiftly vanish down a black cotton stocking.