“It’s quite close to where we are now,” she told him. “It’s rather more expensive than the last one, but it’s well worth the extra money, and”––she glanced up at him smilingly––“I’m better off to-day than I was yesterday,” she explained. “And when I go back to work again–––”
“Are you going back, then?” he asked quickly.
“Of course I am. I must do something, and they will take me back at Eldred’s, I know–––”
“Eldred’s!” Micky frowned. “That’s the petticoat shop, isn’t it?”
She laughed.
“Yes; how did you know?”
He shrugged his shoulders.
“I’ve seen the place lots of times. A girl I know buys all her–––” He stopped. “Do you want to go back there?” he asked.
“Not particularly, but it’s easier than looking for a fresh place, and I know they will take me. I’m in the workroom, and it’s not really such a hard life.”
Micky did some rapid thinking; it was surprising how easily his brain had taken to hard work during the last twenty-four hours.