Culver at the hotel. I asked him for a position as a
waitress."
Already the judge was tapping his pencil.
"This doesn't concern me in the least," he said. "I have no possible
employment for you. I can do nothing for you. Good day!"
"Employment isn't what I want from you," said Rose. "I'll come to what I
do want in a minute."
It is safe to say that the judge hadn't been caught up with a round turn
like that in years. He stared at her now in perfectly blank amazement.
"Mr. Culver," she went on, "told me why I hadn't been successful. He
accused me of being the sort of person no decent employer would give
work to, of being a person of bad character. I convinced him, I think,
that I was not. Then he said that even though I were a perfectly honest,
decent woman, he wouldn't dare put me in his dining-room. He cited you
as the reason."
At that the judge suddenly went purple.
"Me!" he shouted.
The tension of Rose's body relaxed a little. A smile flickered just
instantaneously over her mouth.
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