The woman had not appeared to care very much that Ethel had only one reference--from the old minister back at home; and the brief exhibition of her skill which Ethel gave upon a machine, with her fingers excited, cold and tense, had lasted but a minute or two when the woman had said, "Yes, that will do." Ethel scowled as she tried to remember it all.

There had been one flaw.
What was it?
"Oh, yes, she warned me about men." And here Ethel gave a sharp little laugh, with a lump of excitement in her throat.

"Well, I think I can handle myself on that point." She recalled with assurance recollections--and there had been not a few--of youths at home who had tried to "get fresh," and had soon been shown where they got off! She was walking very rapidly toward a subway station, and soon she was on her way downtown.
"Yes, my dear, I'm sorry to say that it isn't your skill, it is your face that has got you this chance.

All right, Face, thank you very much.

If you'll just keep steady, eyes easy and cool, jaw firm but not too ugly.".