'So so. Don't mind my job.'
'Mm, I suppose it isn't so bad sitting at the desk.'
'No,' said Lizzie, 'pays too.'
'Pays?'
Lizzie flushed and hesitated. Then the desire to boast burst its bonds. She must tell, she must. It didn't matter after all. A craving for admiration was on her.
'Tell you what,' she whispered. 'I get quite two and a kick a week out of that job.'
Victoria's eyebrows went up.
'You know,' went on Lizzie, 'the boys look at me a bit.' She simpered slightly. 'Well, once one of them gave me half a bar with a bob check. He was looking at me in the eye, well! that mashed, I can tell you he looked like a boiled fish. Sort of inspiration came over me.' She stopped.
'Well?' asked Victoria, feeling a little nervous.
'Well . . . I . . . I gave him one half crown and three two bob pieces. Smiled at him. He boned the money quick enough, wanted to touch my hand you see. Never saw it.'