The words of the last groom still rang in her ears.
Girls are more trouble than their worth.
Go beg at someone else's door, I'm busy. His words stung as much as the slaps she had recieved from her uncle, but it was not the first time she had heard them. For a week now, Jessie had been looking for work, but no one would hire her. The kind man who had let her help at the lumber yard nearby had left, and the new foreman had responded in much the same way as the grrom. As she picked herself up, Jessie looked around sheepishly to see if anyone had witnessed her clumsiness.