I got a job ironing shirts in a laundry. I think I did very well to invent both General Pinkney and Clementina, don't you? And when a girl in the laundry put down a hot iron on my hand this afternoon, I spent the whole journey home making up that story about the Welsh rarebit. You aren't angry, are you, Joe? If I hadn't got the job you might not have sold your pictures to that man from Peoria.