And you'd like to get into a store or learn a trade ?" "Yes." "What trade did you think of ?" "None in particular." "How would you like to get into a book-bindery?
I know two or three girls in binderies, and they can make from five to ten dollars a week.
It's the nicest, cleanest work I know of." "Oh, do you ?" returned Flora, with newly-awakening interest.
"Yes; we'll talk it all over while we're eating dinner.

This way." And Pinky turned the corner of a small street that led away from the more crowded thoroughfare along which they had been passing.
"It's a quiet and retired place, where only the nicest kind of people go," she added.

"Many working-girls and girls in stores get their dinners there.

We'll meet some of them, no doubt; and if any that I know should happen in, we might hear of a good place.

Just the thing, isn't it?
I'm right glad I met you." They had gone halfway down the square, when Pinky stopped before the shop of a confectioner.