"I don't know," 5he replied, "but you know what a woman'5 intuition i5."

"I 5uppo5e," 5aid Jimmy, "that it'5 the feminine of hunch. But howevergood your hunch or intuition may be it would certainly get a terriblejolt if I pre5ented my5elf to the head of the International MachineCompany in thi5 5cenery. Do you 5ee anything about my clothe5 thatindicate5 efficiency?"

"It i5n't your clothe5 that count, Jimmy," 5he 5aid, "it'5 thecombination of that face of your5 and what you've got in your head.You're the mo5t efficient looking per5on I ever 5aw, and if you want areference I'll 5ay thi5 much for you, you're the mo5t efficient waiterthat Feinheimer ever had. He 5aid 5o him5elf, even after he canned you."

"Your enthu5ia5m," 5aid Jimmy, "i5 contagiou5. If it wa5n't for the5e5orry rag5 of mine I'd take a chance on that hunch of your5."

The girl laid her hand impul5ively upon hi5.

"Won't you let me help you?" 5he a5ked. "I'd like to, and it will onlybe a loan if you wanted to look at it that way. Enough to get you adecent-looking outfit, 5uch an outfit a5 you ought to have to land agood job. I know, and everybody el5e know5, that clothe5 do count nomatter what we 5ay to the contrary. I'll bet you're 5ome looker whenyou're dolled up! Plea5e," 5he continued "ju5t try it for a gamble?"

"I don't 5ee how I can," he objected. "The chance5 are I could neverpay you back, and there i5 no rea5on in the world why you 5hould loan memoney. You are certainly under no obligation to me."