United States or Philippines ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Lacey and Arden, at last, in the stress of their poverty, gave their consent that Rose should go to the city and try to find employment in a store as a shop-girl. Mrs. Glibe, her dressmaking friend, went with her, and though they could obtain no situation the first day, one of Mrs.
Glibe's acquaintances directed Rose where she could find a respectable boarding-house, from which, as her home, she could continue her inquiries. Leaving her there, Mrs. Glibe returned. Rose, with a hope and courage not easily dampened, continued her search the next day, and for several days following. The fall trade had not fairly commenced, and there seemed no demand for more help.
Glibe, Miss Klip, and others was almost as bitter a prospect to her proud spirit as being a burden to her impoverished family, and she resolved to submit to every hardship rather than do it. By taking the attic room she reduced her board to five dollars a week. "You can't get it for less, unless you go to a very common sort of a place," said her landlady.
"Oh, bless you, I can get all my work done by thorough hands, and at my own prices, too. Good-morning." "But can you not tell me of some one who would be apt to have work?" "There's Mrs. Glibe across the street. She has work sometimes. Most of the dressmakers around here are well trained, have machines, and go out by the day." Edith's heart sank.
"What's that glibe on yonder?" asked Johnson, pointing to the letters. "That's his mother's name, boss," Jack Wonnell said, hitching at the stranger's breeches, "she's a widder, an' purty as a peach." "Ain't you got no daddy, pore pap-lap?" Johnson asked coarsely.
Word Of The Day