"I'm for myself——"
"Come on! Don't lie!"
She straightened her thin finger in defiance:
"What are you? A bull?"
"You know I'm not. Who are you working for? Wait! Never mind! You're working for somebody, aren't you?"
"Y-yes."
"Do your folks know it?"
"No."
"What was it—cloaks, feathers, department store?"
She nodded.