Dully she settled down in a cheap, semi-private boarding house to wait.
In a day or two she pulled herself together and went out to look for
work, because she must have money to live on. Go home to her mother
she would not. Nor did she write to her. There, too, her great hurt
had flung some of the blame. If her mother had not interfered and found
fault all the time with Bud, they would be living together now--happy.
It was her mother who had really brought about their separation. Her
mother would nag at her now for going after Bud, would say that she
deserved to lose her baby as a punishment for letting go her pride and
self-respect. No, she certainly did not want to see her mother, or any
one else she had ever known. Bud least of all.
She found work without much trouble, for she was neat and efficient
looking, of the type that seems to belong in a well-ordered office,
behind a typewriter desk near a window where the sun shines in. The
place did not require much concentration--a dentist's office, where her
chief duties consisted of opening the daily budget of circulars, sending
out monthly bills, and telling pained-looking callers that the doctor
was out just then. Her salary just about paid her board, with a dollar
or two left over for headache tablets and a vaudeville show now and
then. She did not need much spending money, for her evenings were spent
mostly in crying over certain small garments and a canton-flannel dog
called “Wooh-wooh.”
For three months she stayed, too apathetic to seek a better position.
Then the dentist's creditors became suddenly impatient, and the dentist
could not pay his office rent, much less his office girl. Wherefore
Marie found herself looking for work again, just when spring was opening
all the fruit blossoms and merchants were smilingly telling one another
that business was picking up.
Weinstock-Lubin's big department store gave her desk space in the
mail-order department. Marie's duty it was to open the mail, check up
the orders, and see that enough money was sent, and start the wheels
moving to fill each order--to the satisfaction of the customer if
possible.
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