And so, havin' no money, she goes out one day to an intelligence office where they deal in help, and puts in a blank askin' for a job as servant girl.
'Twas a swell place, where bigbugs done their tradin', and there she runs into Cousin Harriet, who was a chronic customer, always out of servants, owin' to the complications of Archibald and nerves.

And Harriet hires her, because she was pretty and would work for a shavin' more'n nothin', and carts her right off to Connecticut.

And when Margaret sets out to write for her trunk, and to tell where she is, she finds she's lost the cousin's address, and can't remember whether it's Umpty-eighth Street or Tin Can Avenue.
"'And, oh,' says she, 'what SHALL I do?
The mistress is that hard to please, and the child is that wicked till I want to die.

And I have no money and no friends.

O Mike! Mike!' she says.