Ellie nodded eagerly. The same wage for less work seemed fair, adding in the prospect of new clothes, and it seemed alright to a girl used to not very much. "Yes ma' - sorry. Christine." Ellie verbally stumbled. This informality would take considerable getting used too. Yet, she didn't seem like a 'ma'am' anyway. It was almost like having an older sister; a more sophisticated, wealthy older sister.

"I'll be right back." She said

Ellie dashed back to Argyle Street as fast as her boots could carry her without running. The front door slammed. "That you darling? The maid's bunked off" came a faint voice from upstairs. Ellie didn't answer. Retrieving her apron, Ellie tied it around her waist, and wrapped her shawl about her. Placing the half polished boots on the floor, Ellie dipped a finger, wrapped in the polishing cloth into the boot polish.

I QUIT! - Ellie

She scrawled in large capital letters on the scrap paper spread across the table. Letting the rag drop, she took water and dosed the stove. No reference for her, but she didn't need one.

"Darling? You alright?" the male voice was louder at the top of the stairs or something. Ellie turned on her heel and let her house key fall on the table. She headed straight out the front door, not stopping to chat, offer an apology, or anything.

"Hey! Where have you been? What are you doing? Where are you going?" Ellie kept walking. The shouted threats of unemployment and destitution following her every step down Argyle street eventually shrinking to silence.