What made
you pick out ours?"
"I'd tried to get other things and failed."
"So we were a last resort, eh?"
"I thought first of being a governess or a companion or getting into a
public library or--things of that sort."
"Why not the stage? You're a good-looking girl, with a figure."
"I promised my father I wouldn't go on the stage. But, anyhow, I don't
suppose I could have got on--an amateur like me. Every place in New
York seems full up. And I have no training of any sort."
"Just a young lady, eh?"
Win smiled. "I never thought of it as a profession--or a label."
He looked slightly puzzled, and when Mr. Meggison was puzzled by an
employee, he was generally annoyed. This case seemed, however, to be
an exception. He kept his temper, and even condescended to grin.
"I don't want you should think I'm asking all these questions because
we have any fault to find with you," he said. "You've done very well.
I always know what's going on all over the place. I keep track of
everything in every department. I wouldn't be where I am if I wasn't
up to that. I called you here partly to compliment you on your
smartness in that little stunt of the first day.
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