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.` And when a few minutes later she was shown into the private office of her future employer, she almost laughed in his fat round face--so absurd in that first moment did all her little qualms appear.
"He's forty and he loves his meals." And she answered his questions so blithely, with such an anxious friendliness, that the dumpy man who sat at the desk was plainly attracted and easily caught.

In fact, in his heavy-lidded eyes and about his thick lips came a look which repelled her a little.

"I shouldn't wonder if even you might get feeling young again," she thought to herself disgustedly.

"But I guess I can attend to that!" "Yes, sir, fifteen dollars a week," she was saying meanwhile in a firm brisk tone of voice.