"I've had work offered to me," she went on, "or at least suggested. Mr.
Culver at the hotel told me of a moving-picture place ..."
"Where you could sit in that glass cage of Al Zeider's and sell
tickets?" Miss Gibbons broke in. "Why didn't you take it?"
"I told Mr. Culver," said Rose, "that I'd already walked the length of
Main Street and back, and that was enough for me."
"How did John Culver happen to say anything about that? How come it you
were talking to him?"
"I'd asked him to hire me as a waitress," said Rose.
"And I reckon," said Miss Gibbons, "that he told you he kept a
respectable hotel. He may have put some frills on it, but that's close
enough to go on, isn't it?"
Rose nodded. In her relief at finding her situation so well understood,
she was turning a little limp.
"Why did you come to me?" Miss Gibbons demanded. "He never would have
thought of sending you here."
Rose braced up once more and told about her conversation with Judge
Granger.
This time the milliner heard her through.
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