“Yes, I’m the man. Do you want a place?” he asked, with a decidedly German twang.
“Yes, I want a place,” I replied.
“What did you work at last?”
“Oh, I was a chambermaid. Can you get me a position, do you think?”
“Yes, I can do that,” he replied. “You’re a nice-looking girl and I can soon get you a place. Just the other day I got a girl a place for $20 a month, just because she was nice-looking. Many gentlemen, and ladies also, will pay more when girls are nice-looking. Where did you work last?”
“I worked in Atlantic City,” I replied, with a mental cry for forgiveness.
“Have you no city reference?”
“No, none whatever; but I want a job in this city, that’s why I came here.”
“Well, I can get you a position, never fear, only some people are mighty particular about references.”
“Have you no place you can send me to now?” I said, determined to get at my business as soon as possible.
“You have to pay to get your name entered on the book first,” he said, opening a large ledger as he asked, “What is your name?”
“How much do you charge?” I asked, in order to give me time to decide on a name.
“I charge you one dollar for the use of the bureau for a month, and if I get you a big salary you will have to pay more.”
“How much more?”
“That depends entirely on your salary,” he answered, non-committal. “Your name?”
“Now, if I give you a dollar you will assure me a situation?”
“Certainly; that’s what I’m here for.”
