"There isn't a confounded job I haven't applied for--waited for--prayed for.

You can fancy we'd be pretty bad first.

Secretaryships and that sort of thing?
You might as well ask for a peerage.

I'd be ANYTHING--I'm strong; a messenger or a coalheaver.

I'd put on a gold-laced cap and open carriage-doors in front of the haberdasher's; I'd hang about a station to carry portmanteaux; I'd be a postman.