“You’re not chasing after that young chappie who just got on the train, are you?” he said. “That’s a rather impertinent question, don’t you think?” snapped Hazel. “Porter!” The cashier watched her go. “She’s chasing after that chappie,” he told his fellow cashier at the adjacent window. “I’d bet my week’s wages.” “I would too if I were her,” replied the other cashier, a spinster of a certain age. Women, in men’s jobs! The war, of course.
