“I have not got nothing,” I says. “I left that place because I am a free American citizen,” I says, “and I would not stand for having that old she-devil bossing me about. And all them girls is a pack of sheep but I am one that is got some spirit.”
“Of course,” he says. “And what are your plans?”
“I am trying to get into a department store.”
“Oh Miss Riggs,” he says, “but do not do that because you had ought to have some job that will leave you time to get off now and then when your country needs you,” he says.
“That is all very well,” I says, “but my country has never showed me no such job,” I says.
“But why did you not tell me about it?” he says.
“I did not have a chanced,” I says, “what with the way that crazy boy Walter behaved and made me so ashamed and anyhow I am not going to put my troubles off on you,” I says.
“Troubles?” he says. “But that is absurd Miss Riggs. What is an Administration for if it is not to have jobs?”
“You mean that you can find me one?” I says and my heart is give a jump with excitement.
“Why of course,” he says. “I am the Grand Mogul of Jobs,” he says. “I carry lists of them around with me I sometimes have more jobs than I can find people,” he says.