"No; he put it up for himself; I heard him say so."
"And you know him?" A new light shone in her brimming eyes.
"Yes."
"Well," she declared with emphasis, "now I see my way. He's got to have
me do shorthand for him, and then I shall see--her."
"Ah!"
"Yes. Can't you tell Mr. High-and-mighty that you know a respectable
girl who is trying to make her own living?" She ran her fingers over
the edge of one of her cuffs, which was slightly frayed. "You see how
poor I am."