He thought for a second or two and then puzzled her vastly by replying:
"Up to my ears."
"Pickled?"
"Permanently intoxicated," he assured her.
"Well, all I got to say is you'll be sober when she gets through with you. I've been up against it myself, and I know. I've been on the point of quittin' half a dozen times."
"A very sensible idea, Katie," said he, solemnly.
She stiffened. "I guess you don't get me. I mean quittin' my job, Mr. Fresh."
"I daresay I'll be quitting mine," said he and smiled so engagingly that Katie's rancour gave way at once to sympathy.
"You poor kid! But listen. I'll give you a tip. You needn't be out of a job ten minutes. Young Mrs. Millidew is up there with the old girl now. They've been havin' it hot and heavy for fifteen minutes. The old one called the young one up on the 'phone at seven o'clock this morning and gave her the swellest tongue-lashin' you ever heard. Said she'd been stealin' her chauffeur, and—a lot of other things I'm ashamed to tell you. Over comes the young one, hotter'n fire, and they're havin' it out upstairs. I happened to be passin' the door a little while ago and I heard young Mrs. Millidew tell the Missus that if she fired you she'd take you on in two seconds. So, if you—"
"Thanks, Katie," interrupted Trotter. "Did Mrs. Millidew say when she would see me?"
"Soon as she gets something on," said Katie.
