how to do all these things—you know what is required of a girl?”
“Oh, yes, I know,” I answered confidently.
“Yes—well, how much do you want a month?”
“Oh, anything,” I answered, looking to the agent for aid. He understood the look, for he began hurriedly:
“Fourteen dollars a month, sir. She is an excellent girl, good, neat, quick and of an amiable disposition.”
I was astonished at his knowledge of my good qualities, but I maintained a lofty silence.
“Yes, yes,” the visitor said, musingly. “My wife only pays ten dollars a month, and then if the girl is all right she is willing to pay more, you know. I really couldn’t, you know”
“We have no ten-dollar-girls here, sir,” said the agent with dignity; “you can’t get an honest, neat, respectable girl for that amount.”
“H’m, yes; well, this girl has good references, I suppose?”
“Oh, yes; I know all about her,” said the agent, briskly and confidently. “She is an excellent girl, and I can give you the best personal reference—the best of references.”
Here I was, unknown to the agent. So far as he knew, I might be a confidence woman, a thief, or everything wicked, and yet the agent was vowing that he had good personal references.
“Well, I live in Bloomfield, N. J., and there are only four in the family. Of course you are a good washer and ironer?” he said, turning to me. Before I had time to assure him of my wonderful skill in that line the agent interposed: “This is not the girl you want. No, sir, this girl won’t do general housework. “This is the girl you are after,” bringing up another. “She does general housework,” and he went on with a long list of her virtues, which were similar to those he had professed to find
