Belloc.
``Isn't that you, sitting by the window?'' she said.
``Yes,'' replied Mildred.
``I recognized the outline of your hat. Besides, who
else could it be but you? I've saved some dinner for
you. I thought you were still out.''
Mildred did not answer.
``What's the matter?'' said Agnes? ``Ill? bad
news?''
``I've lost my position,'' said Mildred.
A pause. Then Mrs. Belloc felt her way across the
room until she was touching the girl. ``Tell me about
it, dear,'' said she.
In a monotonous, lifeless way Mildred told the story.
It was some time after she finished when Agnes said:
``That's bad--bad, but it might be worse. You
must go to see the manager, Crossley.''
``Why?'' said Mildred.
``Tell him what you told me.''
Mildred's silence was dissent.
``It can't do any harm,'' urged Agnes.
``It can't do any good,'' replied Mildred.
``That isn't the way to look at it.''
A long pause. Then Mildred said: ``If I got a
place somewhere else, I'd meet the same thing in
another form.
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