“No cousins?” said Fraser, staring. He had twenty-three himself.
“I have some in New Zealand,” said Poppy, considering. “If I could, I think I should go out there.”
“And give up your business here?” enquired the mate, anxiously.
“It gave me up,” said Poppy, with a little tremulous laugh. “I had a week’s pay instead of notice the day before yesterday. If you know anybody who wants a clerk who spells ’impatient’ with a ’y’ and is off-hand when they are told of it, you might let me know.”
The mate stared at her blankly. This was a far more serious case than Captain Flower’s. “What are you going to do?” he asked.
“Try for another berth,” was the reply.
“But if you don’t get it?”
“I shall get it sooner or later,” said the girl.
“But suppose you don’t get one for a long time?” suggested Fraser.
“I must wait till I do,” said the girl, quietly.