his heavy brows there shot a keen, questioning glance.
"What would you want me to do?" he asked evenly.

"Vell--vait on de customers, and look over de stock,
and buy tings ven dey come in."

"You certainly cannot be serious, Mr. Kling. You
know nothing about me. I am an entire stranger and
must continue to be. With the exception of my landlady,
who, if she knows my name, forgets it every time
she comes up for her rent, there is not a human being in
New York to whom I could apply for a reference. Are
you accustomed to pick up strangers out of the street
and take them into your shops--and your homes?"
he added, smiling at Kitty, who had been following the
conversation closely.

"But you is a different kind of a mans."

No answer came. The man was lost in thought.

"Ye'd better think it over, sir," said Kitty, laying
a strong, persuasive hand on his wrist. "It's near by,
and ye can have your meals early or late as ye plaze,
and the work ain't hard. My Mike does the liftin' and
two big fat Dutchies helps."

"But I know nothing about the business, Mrs.
Cleary--nothing about any business, for that matter.
I should only be a disappointment to Mr. Kling. I