She did not replace them, but, clasping her hands tightly together,
exclaimed:
"Oh, sir, if you can do anything for me----But I don't want to make you
think----" She paused in evident confusion, and Farnham kindly
interposed.
"What I may think is not of any consequence just now. What is it you
want, and how can I be of service to you?"
"Oh, it is a long story, and I thought it was so easy to tell, and I
find it isn't easy a bit. I want to do something--to help my parents--I
mean they do not need any help--but they can't help me. I have tried
lots of things." She was now stammering and blushing in a way that made
her hate herself mortally, and the innocent man in front of her tenfold
more, but she pushed on manfully and concluded, "I thought may be you
could help me get something I would like."
"What would you like?"
"Most anything. I am a graduate of the high school. I write a good
hand, but I don't like figures well enough to clerk. I hear there are
plenty of good places in Washington."
"I could do nothing for you if there were. But you are wrong: there are
no good places in Washington, from the White House down.
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