After about an hour's waiting in an atmosphere of sour garments
disguised by cheap perfumery, employment came to Daisy in the stout form
of a middle aged, showily dressed woman, decisive in speech, and rich,
apparently, who desired a waitress.
"I want something cheap and green," she explained to the manager. "I
form 'em then to suit myself." Her eyes, small, quick, and decided,
flashed along the row of candidates, and selected Daisy without so much
as one glance at the next girl beyond. "There's my article, Mrs.
Goldsmith," she said.
Mrs. Goldsmith shook her head and whispered something.