The necessity for quick action roused her.
"Wait," she said. And then, as he faced her again in mute wonder, she pressed another bill into his hand. "I want you to help me," she continued. "I want to get a job somewhere, and I don't want Miss Rose to know nothing about it."
He looked from the bill to her, still wondering.
"So-o?" he responded.
"Yes, I want work—some other kind of work—and I thought perhaps you might"—her voice faltered—"might know of some kind."
The German's mobile face underwent a quick change. First astonishment and then something not far removed from tears came into his childlike eyes. He crushed the bill in his big red fist.
"So-o?" he repeated.
"Yes, I—you understand that I must have friends or a job if I am to get away from here, and I thought you might know of something."
The German bobbed his curls.
"I know dot right vell," he said; "bud I don' know no tshob chust now."