"I have seen them before," I ventured.
"She gives me all of hers. I haven't had to buy shoes since baby was
born. She gives me--lots of things--stockings and things. She likes me
to have them."
"I didn't know you knew her."
"Years! I'm there once a week to give the house a good going over.
That Jap of hers is the limit. Dust till you can't rest. And when I
clean he just grins."
I mused upon this. The woman was already giving half her time to
superintending two assistants in the preparation of the International
Relish.
"Her work is too much in addition to your own," I suggested.
"Me? Work too hard? Not in a thousand years. I do all right for you,
don't I?"
It was true; she was anything but a slacker. I more nearly approached
my real objection.
"A woman in your position," I began, "can't be too careful as to the
associations she forms----" I had meant to go on, but found it quite
absurdly impossible. My assistant set down the glass she had and quite
venomously brandished her towel at me.
"So that's it?" she began, and almost could get no farther for mere
sputtering. I mean to say, I had long recognized that she possessed
character, but never had I suspected that she would have so inadequate
a control of her temper.
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