There seemed to be no room anywhere for a
new hand. At several places she had seen others, out of
employment like herself, who were also in quest of work. The
only encouragement she received was that probably in a month or
six weeks business might so far improve that she could obtain
work. But to Mrs. Hoffman it was a serious matter to remain idle
even four weeks. She reflected that Paul's present employment
was only temporary, and that he would be forced to give up his
post as soon as George Barry should recover his health, which
probably would be within a week or two. She tried in vain to
think of some temporary employment, and determined, in case she
should be unsuccessful in the afternoon, which she hardly
anticipated, to consult Paul what she had better do.
Paul noticed when he came in that his mother looked more sober
and thoughtful than usual.
"Have you a headache, mother?" he inquired.
"No, Paul," she said, smiling faintly.
"Something troubles you, I am sure," continued Paul.
"You are right, Paul," said Mrs. Hoffman, "though I didn't mean
to tell you till evening."
"What is it?" asked Paul, anxiously.
"When I carried back the last shirts I made for Duncan & Co.
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