Aunt Jane with many apologies wanted more detail.
Then it appeared that Sarah was living on 15s. a week. She lived at a home for young women in business; she fed chiefly on bread and butter. Her clothes depended upon occasional gifts from friends.
Claudia began to condemn the world for its hardness.
"But I am not clever," said Sarah; "I can do nothing in particular, and there are so many of us wanting work."
"And do all these people really need it?"
"Yes; and we all think it hard when girls come and, for the mere pleasure of doing something, take such work at a lower wage than those can take who must live."
"But look at me," said Claudia; "I don't want the money, but I want the occupation; I want to feel I have some definite duties, and some place of my own in the world."
Sarah looked a little puzzled. Then she said, "Perhaps Mrs. Warwick could help you."
"Who is Mrs. Warwick?"
"Mrs. Warwick is the presiding genius of a ladies' club to which some of my friends go. I daresay one of them will be very glad to take us there."