"He sent out word that my old job was held by a girl who did my work better and at less pay." The blood leaped to Blair's white cheek.
"What'd you say ?" he queried.
"Nothing much.

I just trailed out....

But the truth is, Blair--I couldn't have stood that place--not for a day." "I get you," rejoined Blair.

"That isn't the point, though.

I always wondered if we'd find our old jobs open to us.