Bass suggested the shops and department stores as a first field in which to inquire.
The factories and other avenues of employment were to be her second choice.
"Don't pass a place, though," he had cautioned her, "if you think there's any chance of getting anything to do. Go right in."
"What must I say?" asked Jennie, nervously.
"Tell them you want work.
You don't care what you do to begin with."
In compliance with this advice, Jennie set out the very first day, and was rewarded by some very chilly experiences.
Wherever she went, no one seemed to want any help.
She applied at the stores, the factories, the little shops that lined the outlying thoroughfares, but was always met by a rebuff.
As a last resource she turned to housework, although she had hoped to avoid that; and, studying the want columns, she selected four which seemed more promising than the others. To these she decided to apply.
One had already been filled when she arrived, but the lady who came to the door was so taken by her appearance that she invited her in and questioned her as to her ability.
"I wish you had come a little earlier," she said.
"I like you better than I do the girl I have taken.
Leave me your address, anyhow."
Jennie went away, smiling at her reception.
She was not quite so youthful looking as she had been before her recent trouble, but the thinner cheeks and the slightly deeper eyes added to the pensiveness and delicacy of her countenance.
She was a model of neatness.
Her clothes, all newly cleaned and ironed before leaving home, gave her a fresh and inviting appearance.
There was growth coming to her in the matter of height, but already in appearance and intelligence she looked to be a young woman of twenty.
Best of all, she was of that naturally sunny disposition, which, in spite of toil and privation, kept her always cheerful.
Any one in need of a servant-girl or house companion would have been delighted to have had her.
The second place at which she applied was a large residence in Euclid Avenue; it seemed far too imposing for anything she might have to offer in the way of services, but having come so far she decided to make the attempt.
The servant who met her at the door directed her to wait a few moments, and finally ushered her into the boudoir of the mistress of the house on the second floor.
The latter, a Mrs. Bracebridge, a prepossessing brunette of the conventionally fashionable type, had a keen eye for feminine values and was impressed rather favorably with Jennie.
She talked with her a little while, and finally decided to try her in the general capacity of maid.
"I will give you four dollars a week, and you can sleep here if you wish," said Mrs. Bracebridge.
Jennie explained that she was living with her brother, and would soon have her family with her.
"Oh, very well," replied her mistress. "Do as you like about that.
Only I expect you to be here promptly."
She wished her to remain for the day and to begin her duties at once, and Jennie agreed.
Mrs. Bracebridge provided her a dainty cap and apron, and then spent some little time in instructing her in her duties.
Her principal work would be to wait on her mistress, to brush her hair and to help her dress.
She was also to answer the bell, wait on the table if need be, and do any other errand which her mistress might indicate.
Mrs. Bracebridge seemed a little hard and formal to her prospective servant, but for all that Jennie admired the dash and go and the obvious executive capacity of her employer.
At eight o'clock that evening Jennie was dismissed for the day.
She wondered if she could be of any use in such a household, and marveled that she had got along as well as she had.
Her mistress had set her to cleaning her jewelry and boudoir ornaments as an opening task, and though she had worked steadily and diligently, she had not finished by the time she left.
She hurried away to her brother's apartment, delighted to be able to report that she had found a situation.
Now her mother could come to Cleveland.
Now she could have her baby with her.
Now they could really begin that new life which was to be so much better and finer and sweeter than anything they had ever had before.
At Bass's suggestion Jennie wrote her mother to come at once, and a week or so later a suitable house was found and rented.
Mrs. Gerhardt, with the aid of the children, packed up the simple belongings of the family, including a single vanload of furniture, and at the end of a fortnight they were on their way to the new home.
Mrs. Gerhardt always had had a keen desire for a really comfortable home.
Solid furniture, upholstered and trimmed, a thick, soft carpet of some warm, pleasing color, plenty of chairs, settees, pictures, a lounge, and a piano she had wanted these nice things all her life, but her circumstances had never been good enough for her hopes to be realized.
Still she did not despair.
Some day, maybe, before she died these things would be added to her, and she would be happy.
Perhaps her chance was coming now.
Arrived at Cleveland, this feeling of optimism was encouraged by the sight of Jennie's cheerful face.
Bass assured her that they would get along all right.