up."

They walked on for a while again.

"He's very unhappy," she said finally.

"I suppose so," replied Samuel. "Tell me," he asked suddenly. "Isn't
there some other work that you could do?"

"What? I'm not strong enough for hard work. And where could I make
three dollars a week?"

"Is that what they pay you?"

"Yes--that is--when we are on full time."

"Does it make all the girls sick?" he inquired. "There's that girl who
came in this afternoon--she seems well and strong."

"Bessie, you mean? But it's just play for her, you see. She lives with
her parents and stops whenever she feels like it. She just wants to
buy dresses and go to the theater."

"But that girl we passed on the street to-day!"

"Helen Davis. Ah, yes--but she's different again. She's bad."

"Bad?" echoed Samuel perplexed.

There was a brief pause. It was not easy for him to adjust himself to